Normally, I would not write about makeup stores. I do not wear makeup, but Mrs. Brown does, and Sephora is her store of preference. Usually, I try to stay out of the store. There isn’t much for men in there, and once I have tested all of the colognes, I can either stand at the door with the rest of the guys feeling bored and out of place or I can leave. There are chairs there, but they are of the salon variety. I am afraid if I sit in one, someone will accost me with a tube of mascara and I will be unable to defend myself. So this Saturday at the mall, I found myself in Sephora with my wife. Once I had tried all of the men’s cologne that did not come in a bottle shaped like a robot or a gold bar, […]
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