Angry Shopping, Thrilling Shopping

Posted on February 27th, 2008 by Jean

40 miles southwest of Las Vegas, Nevada is the small town of Primm.
 

 
Primm, with a population of 1,132, has 3 casinos…
 

(Yes, that is a roller coaster surrounding Buffalo Bills. Steep too!)
 
…and one mall, The Fashion Outlets of Las Vegas.
 

 
This is where, on Monday, I had an angry shopping experience, and a thrilling shopping experience.
 
ANGRY SHOPPING
 
Imagine walking through the mall, minding your own business, when someone grabs your hand and dumps this into it.
 

 
WFT??!! Dead Sea Salt.
 

Meet Ackmed. (Not his real name/photo.)
 
Ackmed’s got me rubbing dead sea salt on my hand. In hind-sight, I should have dumped it and ran! I’m rubbing, he’s yakking away in some foreign tongue. I’m nodding in agreement, the polite thing to do. Ackmed throws some numbers out. You like nail kit? $40. Exfoliator? Is nice! $40.00. Sea Salt… is best in all the land. You float in sea salt. Good for your feet. $40.
 
No, Ackmed. I don’t want sea salt. That nail buffer kit is nice, but you are diverting me from real shopping.
 
Ackmed leans in and whispers, Nail Kit, $25. I liked the nail kit. He made one of my nails shine like glass. Ok, I sigh reluctantly.
 
So, Ackmed now has my credit card, and he begins grabbing products and putting them in my bag. The total on the register is up to $70.00! He didn’t even ask, just started putting stuff in the bag and ringing it up! I was furious! I said HEY! Is that my total? This is NOT COOL! You get all that stuff off my card NOW! All I wanted was the nail kit. That’s all I want. If you don’t get all that stuff off my card, I am buying NOTHING from you!
 
He made excuses. You need sea salt.
 
No!
 
Know what? He even tried the sad puppy dog look! F*cker!
 
Ok, so I did get the nail kit, but I shouldn’t have even given him that satisfaction.
 
THRILLING SHOPPING
 
I had to get the foul taste of the angry shopping experience out of my mouth. Know what cleansed my palet? Manolos, baby!
 
Manolos first came to my attention years ago while watching Sex and The City.
 

 
I believe Carrie’s Manolos were stolen twice. Once at a baby shower where all the guests had to remove their shoes, and the other time at gunpoint on the street. So, you can probably imagine my delight upon seeing a pair of Manolos at the Neiman Marcus Last Call store.
 

 
These jeweled, kitten-heel sandals retail for $745. No, I didn’t pay that. Stay with me.
 
Here’s some I found online at NeimanMarcus.com.
 

 
Mine were marked down to the low, low, low price of $186.00.
 
So I get home and tell Tom my shopping day experiences. Know what he does? He slips me $200, and takes pictures of me tonguing my shoe for his cell phone default pic!
 

 
There are some who will say no shoe is worth $200, but if it gets the smell of Ackmed out of your nose, it’s a bargain!

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