As senora slammed her car door shut and was about to walk to sephora, a wave of guilt washed over her. She was going to sephora for the first time ever, and was planning on buying a seductive red lipstick to seduce dr. drake ramore with. She then remembered putting on a fresh dollar tree lipstick for christopher and wondered why she wasn't willing to buy an expensive lipstick to allure christopher. But then again, christopher was the one who bought her knock off doritos instead of the original kind, I mean come on! Knock off doritos didn't taste nearly as good and the price difference was by like 10 cents! In his defense, he wanted to buy a nice house for the two of them, but even the thrifty senora knew ten cents wouldn't make a difference. She made up her mind, she would buy the lipstick and live with no regret. As she walked into sephora, she was amazed yet a bit disgusted. There were hundreds of lipsticks for her to choose from each one more expensive than the last, but she felt she DESERVED this. She searched for the cheapest option possible and finally found a red lipstick for 14 dollars. She began to panic and quiver as she was faced with the decision to purchase the lipstick or leave and go to the walmart next door and buy all the ingredients to make deep fried marshmallows. Her head began to shake and as she was walking towards the cashier her mind was ping ponging between lipstick and marshmallows. She had mindlessly walked over to the cash register and was about to make her purchase, when the cashier added somewhat excessive tax to the lipstick "That will be 15.88 ma'am." the cashier said graciously. Senora gasped silently and her lip started to quiver. Those words repeated in her head over and over again and the overwhelmed senora had never felt more used in her entire life, this woman was deliberately TRYING to make her pay more money than she signed up for.
"NO! NO! NO! I WILL NOT BE USED BY YOU!"
She screamed shrilly. She began to stomp on the floor and flung herself on the ground slamming her fists against the hard tile at sephora. The poor cashier stood there innocently with a silly sense of disturbance. It reminded her of the segment she saw on discovery channel where an adolescent monkey was eating a piece of fruit and his sibling took a bite and the monkey began chucking rocks and feces at his sibling monkey and started slamming his head against the ground in anger. Yes that's what senora reminded the poor cashier of. the cashier, whom was named amy, quietly called over security to escort senora out. Through the lense of pretty much anyone else, amy was just a nice, fun, polite woman who happened to work at an overpriced makeup store, but to senora, Amy was an evil whore who lied to her and then tried to put her in jail.
"NO I WILL NOT CONFIRM TO YOUR METHODS OF MODERN DAY SLAVERY!!!!!!!!!!! I AM AN HONEST HARDWORKING WOMAN WHO WILL NOT SPEND EXTRA MONEY ON AN OVERPRICED LIPSTICK WHEN I COULD BUY MARSHMALLOWS INSTEAD!!!" That's what senora thought she said but nobody else could make out what she said because it was muffled by screaming and griping and head banging, Senora had caused such a scene at sephora that the company had to give everyone there who witnessed that incident a free 50 dollar gift card, the police even showed up to take her away, and she had made it on the local news.
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The Pathetic Romance of a Mean Cough
Storie d'amoreA story about the whirlwind romance between a man named Mr. Mean Cough and a woman named Senora. Loosely based on a true story. For any confusion, Joey and Dr. Drake Ramoré are NOT, I repeat, NOT the same person.
