Afternoons With Kylie / May 19 2008
‘I’m sorry, but I really do not want to buy any make-up.’
‘Or perfume?’
‘Or perfume.’
I couldn’t get rid of Kylie, the local representative for a well-known cosmetics company yesterday. She was convinced I had a woman in the house somewhere who might want to buy something from her. She kept looking over my shoulder, trying to see into the kitchen. ‘I really don’t want to look like Britney Spears – who does? And I’m really busy. I would love to stay and chat but I have to go now to prepare my evening meal.’ I thought she would sympathise with me if I mentioned food.
‘Okay, but would you be interested in – ‘
‘No.’
‘I have some Estée Lauder on offer at – ‘
‘No. I’m so hungry my stomach cells are thinking of applying for other jobs in my body.’
‘Ha ha. Well, I’ll leave you the catalogue in case you –’
‘No need.’
‘You could just glance through it and – ‘
‘I’m closing the door now. Goodbye.’
‘But . . .’
‘I’m sorry. I’m incredibly busy today. I’d love to talk with you for hours but I have to go and recalculate Pi to a million decimal places. Farewell.’
She was on her tiptoes still trying to look past me into the house as I finally closed the door on her. I don’t think she’ll be back.
Filed under Britney Spears / English Village Life / Other People
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4 comments on “Afternoons With Kylie”
Nelson Galaxy / May 19th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Did you not offer her a nice cold glass of wine? Take your chances when you can get ‘em.
Napoleon Fantastic / May 19th, 2008 at 4:21 pm
Mmm . . . wine.
She wasn’t my type, Nelson.
And anyway, she had a wedding ring.
Nelson Galaxy / May 20th, 2008 at 1:53 pm
Have wedding rings ever stopped you before?
Napoleon Fantastic / May 20th, 2008 at 3:31 pm
Eh?
You know me well enough by now, surely, Nelson.
I would never put my hard-earned reputation for having oodles of integrity at risk by chasing some pretty kitty-ankle that was already spoken for, now would I?
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