Laura was having a tough time concentrating. Sure, the letters went out perfectly and she transferred calls and filed reports accurately. But there at the back of her mind was a nagging thought which kept creeping back into her consciousness and threatened to derail her. The thought was: Sam! Sam! Sam! Not a shout at all, just a long drawn out sigh, Saaaaaam!
She had seen him again today as he walked in the front door on his way to the lab. She had forced out a strangled “morning” and a quick smile. He returned the greeting with a “morning” of his own and what may or may not have been, but she hoped, a wink. Either way she was pretty sure her heart skipped at least a couple beats. Then just as suddenly, he was gone.
She forced herself to calmly analyze her attraction. He was attractive but not drop dead gorgeous. He had an above average body yet not incredible. She finally decide it was the eyes. She was a sucker for eyes like those. They were so intense, so deep.
“Laura, do you have change for a five”? She was so startled by the voice behind her that she nearly choked on the bottled water she was chugging when he spoke. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you. I just need some change for the vending machine”. She turned and was immediately sucked into those eyes she was just daydreaming about.
When she had recovered her composure she said “Sure Sam, just lost in my own world. Let me check my purse”. She grabbed her purse from below her desk and found five ones which she exchanged for the five he offered. He thanked her, turned to go, then stopped. He already had her attention but now she was laser focused on him. She hoped he was now going to ask her out or at least do something to move things along. But he just stood there looking at her. She crossed her arms in front of her and absent mindedly massaged her elbow. Still he didn’t speak. Finally, after what seemed like an hour but probably was only a few seconds, he spoke.
“Laura, I think you could use some Hope.” She couldn’t help it, but she snorted. It was one of those completely automatic responses we have, totally out of our control. It was SO not what expected to hear.
“What?” he asked. “What’s so funny?”.
“Sam, I don’t know if you noticed, but Obama already won the election a few weeks back”, she replied.
“No, No” he said. “I know that, I was talking about your elbows”.
“My elbows, why would you say my elbows need hope”?she answered.
“I’m talking about Hope in a Jar by Philosophy, it’s a moisturizer”,he said. “I just noticed your elbows look very dry and maybe you could use some help”. “Or Hope”, he added, amused at his cleverness.
“Thanks, but I’ve got moisturizers. What’s so special about this Hope stuff?”
“This stuff is different”,he said.” we used it as a competitor sample to test a product awhile back. It blew our product away, it was so good. I’ve still got some left if you want to try it.”
Laura thought for a moment. He was cute but cocky. Where did he get off commenting on her elbows? But, she thought, I have had a hard time with my elbows. Maybe I should give it a chance.
“I guess I could give it a try”, she told him. “But, I’m not expecting much”, she added.
He nodded, left, and returned shortly with a small jar. “Don’t need to use much”,he said. “It’s pretty potent”.
A few weeks later, Laura’s elbows vere vastly improved. Sam had hounded her nearly every day about her elbows. Finally he asked her out.
She thought about it for a few moments. He was so darn cute, but he was a bit of a nag. He was right about the Hope, but he was so cocky. In the end she decided.
“Sure Sam, I’ll give you chance. But I’m not expecting much”. She lied.
Solely my opinion on tinted moisturizers
