Dry Skin at Holt Renfrew
For some reason while laying in my bed I had a memory come across my mind, maybe it’s because my mom is on a different continent at this time or I just miss her. Anyways, I remember this like it was yesterday, so I thought to myself why not share this memory. By reading this story so far you’d think it was a nice memory with my mom, but it’s not. It is my first memory of being offended to the point of speachless. So anyway let’s get on with the story. I had made plans with a friend to meet up at the mall and this was prior to me learning how to drive, so I had to rely on city transit. It was a regular cold winter day where the city was grey and gloom and the air was so dry as a chinook wind was sweeping through the city. Here’s a fact about me I always figured better be early than late to anything and this mall we were meeting at was across the city so I arrive nice and early, some of you may be thinking fifteen to twenty minutes early. That would be considered a joke I showed up an hour and a half early. So now I could wander and explore the stores myself before meeting up with my friend. I obviously stopped by chapters, which is now Indigo I believe but at the time it was still chapters and Starbucks my two favourite places to be; the smell of coffee and untouched pages of the bookstore are my favourite smells. I looked at a few chapter book considered buying one or a few, but I left empty handed (this was back when my Starbucks addiction was under control) so I kept on wandering and I saw the store Holt Renfrew and see if I could guess the price tag. It was a game I would play since I knowingly could not afford anything in that store; I would stop by and see if I could guess the ridiculously high price of the items. I spotted a dress with sequins in my head I guessed 564.00 dollars I flipped the price tag and I was only a thousand two hundred dollars off. I looked at the materials of the dress and quietly laughed to myself. My hands were noticeably dry and I looked in my purse for the hand lotion I swore I had, I only had a lip balm, which I then took out of my purse and applied. I looked around the store and found the cosmetics department not thinking to buy anything but hoping someone was standing there giving out free samples of lotion as they do from time to time. I approached the cosmetics aisle and I looked around hoping someone would bother me for a free sample and no one appeared yet, which was unusual as I am usually dodging them and avoiding eye contact at all costs. Finally, an older lady she must have been in her sixties with red scarf and red lipstick approached me.