Don't you just love the smell of Body Shop? All those yummy, clean fruity smells.
Anyway, I was dashing past one during a busy lunch hour to buy an outfit for a "very important work meeting" the next day because the night before I realised that I had no work clothes that screamed "go-getter", "intelligent", "tech savvy" or even just "looked in the mirror this morning". So there I was in a mad panic, running down Lambton Quay in my hiking-looking boots and my puffy jacket.
I was approaching Body Shop. I could smell it before I could see it. Then I saw there was a little stall setup in front of the shop. I hesitated, and in that millisecond of indecisiveness, then lovely sales boy beamed at me and said "We're doing hand massages today, would you like one?" I looked down at the bowl of foamy water, and knowing that it was more about them selling me the hand wash/cream/lotion than me getting a free hand massage. I looked back at him and put on my best "Oh darn" face. "I'm so sorry, but I'm really busy...gotta dash". He said "Ok, but before you go, would you like a free sample of our almond oil hand and nail cream?".
I froze. Did he just say one of my favourite words - free? He must've seen the look in my eyes because he said "Wait here, I'll be right back". So I waited. And waited. And waited. He must've been extracting the oil from the almond himself. He finally arrived with my teeny little hand cream sample. I grabbed it and dashed off.
Never mind that I could see the looks on their faces as I "busily" sped off, probably thinking "not too busy for something free, aye". Hey, I made the time...coz I's worth it.