Went to Michigan for a weekend trip with my friend Roro (not her real name, but it feels right). We could’ve gone to a museum, tried local food, maybe enjoyed nature, but no. Straight to Sephora.
Did I abuse the perfume testers? Brother, I didn’t just...
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Went to Michigan for a weekend trip with my friend Roro (not her real name, but it feels right). We could’ve gone to a museum, tried local food, maybe enjoyed nature, but no. Straight to Sephora.
Did I abuse the perfume testers? Brother, I didn’t just abuse them, I waterboarded my nostrils. I walked out smelling like a divorced millionaire who summers in Monaco, a middle school boy drowning in Axe, and a fresh bouquet at the same time. My shirt had so many scents on it, TSA probably thinks I’m trafficking fragrances.
Women got it good, entire kingdoms of skincare and makeup. Men? We get one rusty bottle of “All-in-One” that promises shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and maybe even motor oil. Not fair.
Shoutout to Meghan though, she guided us through the chaos like Sephora’s version of Moses parting the Red Sea of lip gloss. Absolute MVP.
10/10. Would sacrifice my sinuses again