I had an itch, an itch that could only be solved by buying Nars Flaming Dust lipstick – alas, I was far too wet and lazy to dash across to Selfridges so silly me, I went into Space NK.
I already moaned about their rubbish service, and they still are, rubbish.
Maybe it was because I splodged in with my big ugly round toed boots and padded coat with a missing button onto their lovely white floor, but I had money in my pocket.
Whilst three girlies discussed Primark leggings and Spanx (I am guessing the two work well together) I checked the bottom of nearly every Nars lipstick on the display to see if I could find flaming dust.
I attempted, like a fool to get someone’s eye contact. It was dodged, like a silver bullet by all three planks. I was on a time limit! The boyf was waiting for me alas, I could idle aimlessly no longer so I left, with their inane chattering ringing in my ears.
I don’t know why the girls in Space NK think everything is their job BUT serving customers. It’s like the Sales Assistant who just has to push in front of you to clean/rearrange a display/put new products out and you just have to move out of the way like a dejected puppy. It doesn’t matter how nice your display/racks/rails are if your customers don’t buy it!
Nars Flaming Dust Lipstick = 0
Contribution towards early heart attack = 5