Open Letter to Lush, Part 2

I know I've written about Lush before, but at the risk of sounding like a broken record (remember those?), here I go again.

On January 26th, I headed to the mall to brave the after Christmas sales. I went into Lush, which frequently offers great post-holiday sales. This year, the deal was buy one holiday gift set, get one free. Eager to stock up on my favorites for the year, I poured through the remaining gift sets.

Enter the obviously heavily commissioned sales person... she starts trying to convince me to buy a high-priced set with a low-priced one as my freebie. Since I obviously know how to add and subtract, I quickly steer her away from this conversation. Then, she tries to convince me to buy a set that contains some products made from olive oil, because, wait for it... men love the scent of olive oil...

Now, I've been married for over 8 years, and never once has my husband said, "Honey, that flowery perfume you are wearing is nice and all, but could you slather on some olive oil?"

A week later, I returned, this time on a mission to find a gift for my mom's birthday. I wanted to buy a bath set, because apparently this is a luxury that can be enjoyed once ones children move out of the house. (Hi mom, hope you aren't reading my blog until after your birthday!). Anyway, the same salesperson came over, just as I was choosing a set called "Happy Bathday" featuring birthday wrapping paper and a whole bunch of bath products. She asked what I was looking for, and I said, "I've just decided on this gift for my mom's birthday". Not ready to let go of making a bigger sale, she recommended a different set for me to buy. Of course it was more expensive, but more hysterically, it was called "Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge" and features sensuous products including a variety of massage bars. Ewww, are you kidding me? Shivering from the thought (again, hi mom!), I headed to the register to buy my innocent Happy Bathday set.