Avon Lady - Strike One
Well.
Apparently, we had a failure to communicate.
*I* thought she was going to show up around 8am.
Because she asked me, "How early would be too early?"
And when I answered that we'd all be decent by 8am, she said, "That's about when I drop my daughter off at school. That'll work just fine."
But, she arrived about 10:45am, more than an hour after I left for work. And left goodies with Elder Son who happened to have the day off school today. Lucky for her.
Hello?
What happened?
I suppose I never did say how *late* would be too late.
It wouldn't bother me so much except that I skipped my walk this morning figuring an 8am visit would throw off my (very necessary) post-walk shower time.
And then, I waited.
And waited.
Anyway.
At least I have my perfume.
So, I should quit raising a stink about it.
3 comments:
i gave up, learned how to make my own...
no toxic perservatives in it labeld "proprietary formula" either...and my allergies dotn falre up...
still want those heated eye lash curlers and eye glasses/contact case, and the curves exercise gear...
sigh..
i guess i need to make my own or go to :gasp: target or walmart and brave the germies which never fail to send me to bed for a week with the flu...
Can't remember the last time I missed a shower waiting for the Avon lady, but then, I hear memory is one of the first things to go.
Oh good grief, that would soooo tick me off.
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