The Dead Sea Is Beddy Beddy Gooood!

As I was sitting in my History class one Wednesday afternoon, I was pondering the concept of "style", even though my teacher was talking about WWII... I looked around my class to see what was "in style" and definitely was not helped. I saw nothing that looked remotely chic, couture or fierce! That is when my epiphany hit me like a ton of sea salt; I had a great idea!
Since it has been so long since I have gone shopping for clothes, I realized that I had no idea what was in. I also begin to think about how I could ever possibly know what was stylish, so I went window shopping. Candra and I drove out to the San Tan Village to go visit our long forgotten friends, Forever 21 and Charlotte Russe. We saw the same basic look everywhere we went but that's beside the real point. The real point is about the Dead Sea salt.
Candra and I walked out of Forever 21 only to be greeted by an over-excited Arab giving us a quarter size packet of facial cream. I wasn't really interested in what he was selling, but I felt bad for the guy so I let him talk to me. What harm could that do? He then took off my nail polish and began scrubbing my finger with one of those buffers you can get at the Walmart beauty section. He was actually pretty charming and proceeded to tell me about the ridges on my nail and how bad it was for me. Seriously? To me, the news about my unhealthy ridges was known to me when I was a freshman, so his selling technique of revealing something unknown to me to make me interested in the product, was not working. Besides, I think I'm more concerned about how certain food is bad for me rather than my nail ridges.
As he worked on my nail, he kept on talking and talking and talking! It made me so nervous to the point that no matter WHAT he was selling, I wanted to be as far away from this Arab as possible! The absolute worst part about his talking, was that he had a thick Arabian accent which made it impossible to understand what he was saying. For example:

Salesman: Dojuguotodanilsalun?
Me: Um...what?
Salesman: Do(pause)ju(pause)gotodanilsalun?
Candra: Sometimes!
Me: (mumbling to Candra) I have no idea what he is saying...
Candra: A nail salon Jessica!
Me: OH! Nail Salon
Salesman: Yis, Yis, De Nil Salun!

After that whole ordeal, he eventually got to his point. He wanted to sell me the buffer, a small 3 oz. bottle of cuticle beautifier, and some 6 oz. of special Sea Salt lotion from his hometown, The Dead Sea, all for only $69.00! Yeah. Freakin. Right. I was only at the San Tan Village in the first place to go window shopping, not even REAL shopping and this guy wants to sell me some unneeded nail stuff for $69.99! I showed my disinterest in the product but he wouldn't have it. He then said that he would give us a buy-one-get-one-free deal. After I said no, he then decided to give it to me 1/2 off... which is the exact same price for me with the buy-one-get-one-free deal...Finally, after much protest from this salesman, I was free of my hostage situation with this guy and he let me go. He stressed me out so bad, I has sweat tacos the rest of the day! Luckily Candra was there to laugh it off with me.