Dec 03, 2005 12:46
I thought it was bad enough when the Stila counter people remembered me and knew how to spell my name in face.
It is much worse than that. It has been quite a while since I've been to the Stila counter and I called to make an appt for Saturday, for my formal. I give her my name, she knows me, makes the appt, and goes, "your last name is Good, right?"
"Hi. My name is Mari and I am Stila-holic."