The new single’s salad bar 0
I didn’t realize it, but apparently gay Target in West Hollywood can be a pickup joint. Instead of winking at me over the salad sneeze guard, he caught me in the facial care aisle while I was thinking about squeezing zits.
I’m not sure if it is stress or the desire to be a teenager again, but I’ve had a pimple breakout of colossal proportions. I went to Target today to buy some Oxy10 or to figure out what the kids are using now. There are so many solutions including three different versions of “just like Proactive.” While I was comparing and contrasting, there was a middle-aged guy eyeballing me and the Clean & Clear.
“Excuse me. Do you know which one of these are good?” he asked. Obviously, with my zits, I probably looked like an authority on benzoyl peroxide and salicylic acid.
“You know, I’m sure they all have some form of alcohol in there, it just depends on what you want to accomplish. Normally, I don’t bother, I make my own astringent out of water and apple cider vinegar,” I admitted.
“Wow, cool, you are into homemade solutions. My name is Tom. What do you do for a living?” he asked in that very LA way.
“Marna. I got laid off in August, so technically I don’t do anything right now,” I said.
Get this. He fist bumped me and gave me a “right on.” He got laid off last month too.
Looks like bad skin might be a side effect of unemployment. I smiled and walked away to get my other items. At checkout, I decided to pickup some candy corn. That’s not bad for your skin, is it?