So I’m going to harp on my eyeshadow purchase cause, damn it, it cost me $25 and I’m going to get good mileage from it. My foray into the makeup section of the duty free store was one of my first due largely to the intimidating-as-all-hell nature of makeup counters.

Case in point, when I bought my eye-makeup remover from the Clinique counter the young little bit of stuff (as my Mom would have called her) looked me up and down with extreme disdain and said, “are you sure you don’t want to buy some makeup as well”.

Inside I was raging, ‘listen you little tart the only reason I’m not wearing maekup is because I left the hotel at 4:15 am and didn’t want to bring my makeup bag as carry on in case some over protective security guard decided that my mascara is actually some sort of plane-disintegrating bomb’.

Instead I said, “No thank you”. And slunked (slanked?) meekly away.

The Chanel counter, on the other hand, was manned by a flaboyently gay man. I felt so comfortable. I felt like he knew what he was talking about (I know, it’s a stereotype but we all do it with one thing or another) but at the same time I didn’t feel like he was a snarky judgemental bitch looking down his nose at me and my makeup free visage.

So if any of you ever go into the makeup business, I highly recommend hiring gay salesmen…I know that I won’t be buying from anyone else.