“What the h-”
“Oh my god! I am so sorry. I didn’t watch where I was going. I was thinking about something that was totally irrelevant.”
“You got that right,” she muttered, wiping her blouse with a small napkin.
“I’ll help you.” I said and grab a bunch of napkins and wiped the stain. But that just made the stain even bigger.
“Please, just s-stop it’s not working. You’re just making it more worse.”
I stopped wiping and toss the used napkin over me.
“What the hell? I didn’t ask for a napkin in my coffee.” Some guy said behind me.
Oh shit. Oh shit. She’s not going to hit me with that rolled up magazine she has under her arm is she?
“Is there anything I can do? To make up that blouse?” She stopped adjusting her blouse - I mean come on, there’s enough view for everyone to look - and paused for a moment.
Cue the Jeopardy theme.
With a smile she said, “Actually yes. How would you like to work as my intern and assistant of Love & Glamour Magazine?”
I gave her a big cheesy grin. “Really?!”
“Of course, you seem like a very honest and reasonable person.”
“Oh! I would love to work for you, Mrs. Garcia!”
“Miss Garcia, darling.” What the hell happened to Mister Garcia? She smiled again, “Wonderful, you start tomorrow. You do know where the building is located right?”
“Of course, right next to Lenox Mall, Miss Garcia.” I winked at her.
“Au revoir.”
“Au revoir Miss Garcia.” My life is complete. I get a job that every girl would die over at Love & Glamour Magazine. Eeeek! I can’t wait to tell my friends…oh wait,,.half of them are in college and the others are at home with their baby daddy.
Hmph. …..What am I doing here not going to college? Oh well I’ve always wondered that myself. Haha. College is not for me. I do not have a skill in cooking, becoming a doctor, scientist, or the president of the United States. Uh-uh. Nada.
“Hey lady,” Someone called from behind.
“Yea?” I ask, turning around.
“Are you gonna move or what so I can get to my seat?” A guy about fifteen ask.
“Oh,” I snorted, “I’m sorry. Here let me move oh and I’ll help you carry your drink.”
“Thanks,” He said with a smirk. I took the cap off and made a water fall all over the seat.
“What the-”
“You’re welcome. Ass.” I muttered the last part as I stepped outside. I got into my crappy truck again and started the engine.
“You know,” I said to myself as I drove to the mall, “Bella’s friggin’ truck is in a better condition than my truck.”
By the time I got to the parking lot of the mall, it was full.
“What the hell? It’s Monday! There aren’t suppose to be full of cars.” I sighed and parked in the spot that I saw first. As I turned off my engine I checked myself in the rearview mirror. Nothing’s changed much, except that spot of coffee on my cheek. I carelessly wiped that off with a smudge of my fingers and stepped out, locking my car.
As I started to walk to the entrance, a car was backing up too quick and skid to a stop. I gasp and jumped back.
The window rolled down giving me a view of a handsome David Beckham look alike face. “Hey,” He started to say. Yes, I accept your apology and may I marry you?
“Can you watch where you’re going next time?” Well then. $&#* you! I gave him a tight smile. “Of course, if there was a next time since you almost hit me!” I shot back.
Another window rolled down and out popped a life sized Barbie.
“Seriously, you should agree with that. Or you just need glasses hun.” She giggled and ducked her head inside.
Biiiitch. I don’t need glasses. I broke too many pairs.
“You’re lucky I didn’t charge you for reckless driving and that little miss Barbie was giving you a hand job and you were too distracted by that.” I swift turn my head straight and walk stiff and fast to the entrance of Southlake Mall.
What a great Monday morning to start. First, I rejected Mike’s date, spilled coffee on Miss Garcia, and just got into a steam argument with David Beckham’s possible twin. But on the bright side, I have a job!…..that really doesn’t pay…..oh well. I have a job.
I entered the mall, with the merry go round spinning on my left, and cold air conditioned. Hello, KnowStyle. Here I come.
Line
“Miss, you’ve been in there for a long time. Are you okay?” One of the employee ask me from behind the fitting room door.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I said, and took a picture of me wearing their clothes. Hey, I’m choosing what to wear tomorrow. I sat on the bench and flipped through which outfit looked good on me and picked one.
I changed back to my clothes and gathered the clothes I didn’t want while opening the door. The employee was standing right there.
“Oh, these are the ones that I didn’t like.” I said, handing her the mountain pile of clothes to her. She staggered a bit but regain balance and looked at me over the pile.
“Did you find anything that you like?”
“Actually, yes,” I smiled and walked to the checkout line. After buying the outfit that I was sure would look cute on me and impress Miss Garcia, I walked over to the food court to buy me a blizzard. I sat down with a nice cup of oreo blizzard and starting nomming.
“Excuse me miss?” I sighed and turned around.
Oh my god, A Tim Gunn look alike!
“Yes?” I answered slowly.
“Hi, I’m Jason Poole and I’m from Ford Models. I was wondering if you like to be a model? I mean, your complexion and body is perfect for photo shoot and runway.”
Seriously? My body is digesting a cup of blizzard.
“Well is there a card that you have so I can contact you later on today?”
“Of course,” said Jason as he pulled a white card from his inside pocket to me. I plucked it out of his fingers with a smile.
“Call me no later than nine.”
“Nice meeting you.” I put the card in my wallet as a small reminder. I checked my watch to see that I still have a half hour of shopping until my relaxing in the tub time. Yay, more shopping and taking pictures.
I got up from my chair and dumped the half eaten blizzard cup into the trash and walked into the nearest store I saw. Which was JC Penny, and it seems as if it’s try makeup day.
“Hello miss, would you like to try Victoria’s Secret Angels new perfume?”
“Um no, thanks, I’m allergic to feathers.”
“Try our new Mac fix foundation.”
“No, thank you though.”
“Would you like to have your eyebrows threaded? Or I can give you a clean.”
“I like my fuzzy eyebrow, thank you very much.”
“Would you like to try this?” “Smell this.” “Try this?” “Buy this?” I went from walking to power walking.
“Got…to…get…out…of…Barbie’s….makeup….dream….house!” I panted. I ended up going to what it seems like something that just came out of a Home magazine. Beds, comforters, curtains, plates were everywhere.
“Welcome, may I help you with anything?”
“No! What is with you people asking me for help? I mean, it’s not a 911 emergency. I’m just looking around, you don’t need to follow me like a shark with it’s prey. You people get on my nerves.”
She blinked and stepped back a little.
“I’m sorry it’s just…I just got out of a Barbie makeover dream house and I needed some air.”
She nodded, “I understand. I hate that department anyway. Too much perfume can suffocate a person.”
I smiled at her, “Um, can you point me to the bath towels and bed sheets?”
“Straight ahead and to your right.”
“Thanks.”
I followed her directions and searched for any towels that caught my attention.
“Ooh, Egyptian Cotton!” I placed my hands flat on the red towel and felt it. Very soft. I grab the towel and looked at the bed sheets. Ooh, a bed.
I looked around to check if there are any of those annoying employees and ran for the bed, did a little jump and landed on my back.
This feels better than my bed. And the sheets are soooo pre-”
“Ma’am?”
I looked up to see a fat lady.
“I’m just…..browsing…..” I quickly got up and went to the check out lane. After shopping, and secretly jumping on every bed-teehee-it was time for home sweet crappy bitchy landlord home.
“Did you buy any makeup or did you just walked around with your face naked all day?” Becky ask.
“You’re funny. But you’re not that funny, Becky,” I said, putting the key in the lock.
“Would be nice for a change once in a while.”
“Har har har, I’m bending over in laughter.” I said sarcastically. I closed the door behind me, tossing my keys and bag on the small table near the coat closet. I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it up along with my scarf.
“Food time!”
“And you need to lose weight too. Getting a little bit chunky in the trunky.”
“Goodnight Becky!”
“It’s only the afternoon!”
“Daylight savings time. Push clock forward.” I sighed, shaking my head at her. Food time.
I have tendency to put alot of space << well thanks for viewing, reading, and reviewing
, but you could have done with some of his descriptions also while describing the driver. Like: he had the same bald head like David, etc, etc.