Avon Calling
My wife sells Avon. No, that’s not quite right. My wife buys Avon because she gets a discount selling for Avon. She recently had a rash that wouldn’t go away. She tried creams and oils and various products, but nothing worked.
“It’s probably a reaction to something you’re putting on your skin,” I said. “The only way you’re going to figure it out is to stop using everything and add them back one at a time.”
“No makeup,” she said.
“Nothing,” I said.
“I can’t go without makeup,” she said.
“An attractive women like you doesn’t need makeup,” I said.
I still know how to charm a woman, and she was getting desperate and so decided to give it a try. It turns out that most Avon creams and lotions contain something that she’s allergic to.
“Does this mean you’re going to stop ’selling’ Avon?” I said.
“Oh no,” she said “Avon sells lots of things that aren’t cosmetics.”
She produced a catalog and started showing me the merchandise.
“Here’s a nice watch with a cool metal band,” she said, “would you like me to get you one.”
“No thanks,” I said. “They give me a rash. ”
June 1st, 2007 at 10:34 am
Oh no…a smart company would never limit itself to one product line. They want to suck in everyone!
June 4th, 2007 at 5:11 pm
I bet your watch would smell good…even with the rash!
June 13th, 2007 at 3:59 pm
I’m sure that there must be some Avon product that would take care of her rash.
January 23rd, 2008 at 6:55 pm
Re: Avon lady
As you know, husband is a fisherman. When he isn’t fishing, he’s reading about fishing, planning new fishing trips and tying flies for fishing. A purist, he generally eschews bait, prefer the catch his fish with hand wrought barbless flies.
I swear we’ve been to every fishing store, bead store and craft store in northern california, always in search of just the right color bead to match the eggs from Trinity River steelhead.
He has an Avon Lady, He likes Avon insect repellant, swears it even works on Alaska mosquitos. His Avon lady works part time at Longs Drug Store in town.
Finally, despairing of finding the right color beads, he decided he’d have to repaint the ones he had. And so, when we went to town to drop eggs off at the market, he stopped by Longs and purchased a half dozen bottles of nail polish - from baby pink to an off rose coral. Ms. Avon was working the counter.
Ever helpful, as she bagged the polish, she looked him over and allowed as how she thought the off rose coral was a good color for him.
January 23rd, 2008 at 8:10 pm
Thanks Betty Jo. That’s exactly the kind of story I enjoy most, little slices of life that make me smile.