O.B.?

More talk about netherland. And this time it's not my fault. Have been to Frank's perfumery. Always a mistake. Every time I swear I'll never ever take my custom into any of their branches, but this was an emergency. So the bitch wears (am not even sure if that verb is correct) tampons, as do millions of other women during menstruation. The bitch, however, wants her O.B. brand, which seems to have disappeared off all shelves. So Frank's was the last outlet to try. Being desperate makes you do funny things. Instore, the atmosphere was as foreboding as ever. What is it about Frank's that makes me feel as if I am about to shoplift, when the only thing I ever do there is spend copious amounts of money on things which I don't even use? So I was determined, it would just be the O.B.'s and out of there. Yeah right, I kept looking and looking for them. There weren't any. Finally snooty assistant who probably has a brain the size of a peanut, asks me what I'm looking for. I tell her. She says they don't have any, but they have Tampax. Grrrrr I do not want Tampax thank you, I have been o.b.-ing ever since I was 16, I am a faithful and loyal consumer. She also tells me if I want a Shiseido lip liner because they are more prestigious the the Prestige line. What the hell does that have to do with O.B. ? I know that Shiseido does a neat gel eyeliner because I have that, but Prestige's lip liners are also neat, so don't kid me with the talk. She also asks if I want to try out Hypnotic Poison. No I don't because my dear 'sis' just got a whole 50ml just for me. Then again, poison, do I look suicidal or what? I just buy something I don't need so I can make it past the cash register. Sorry Frank's, you had one solid customer in me. But things change, you don't have that nice manager anymore. And that's a big loss. Jooooo come to my rescue dear.