A Dollar’s Worth
By Alisa Dollar
Daughter was here for a week sans kids and husband. It was very nice to have her to ourselves for a couple of days.
I’ve gotten spoiled to shopping online. It’s easier because I don’t have to fight traffic, grabby hands, and crabby people.
This time of year only intensifies those feelings.
Daughter likes to physically shop, touch everything and dig for bargains. I think we hit every store. I also think she learned from the best. Me. She is in the height of her bargain ability and it passed me two fake knees ago.
By the third day I was wondering if her guilty pleasure Star Bucks was putting triple or quadruple espresso in her coffee. She was like an energizer bunny.
When she started to pack it became apparent we were going to need another huge duffel bag. All I can say is if they checked her luggage completely they would find no one corner or space in those two huge duffel bags.
She likes to buy Christmas presents here because there is no winter in Phoenix so the late summer and fall clothing doesn’t mark down as they do here.
One of our stops was a huge cosmetic store. I have never seen so many things for anti-aging. I was nearly sure there was a Botox shoot up in the back. Most of the sales ladies looked like mannequins they were so fake. The sad thing they were young and not even trying to regain their youthful good looks. They just took away from their natural beauty.
I browsed around in all the anti-anti stuff when daughter came over with several bottles of nail color
“Did you know for $75 dollars a fourth oz. me and my skin will look twenty again?” I glanced over to check her reaction and because of it added, “Yeah, I thought truth in advertising too.”
I noticed the nail polish colors she carried and two were gray. It was a new concept for me; I’d seen almost every other color on her, some of which should be banned as colors for nails.
I do buy lots of polish, but I only paint my toenails.
With nail polish in sack we left the store to conquer another store.
We had to take the polish to the car first. Jingling bottles aren’t safe the way she shops.
By the end of the day, I’m pooped, but in a good way.
Oh, I did buy the gray nail polish too.
I figure what’s good for her nails are good for my toenails!