A while back, I went to get a facial from a lady in Yuba City, CA, and my mom went with me. When I was done, I bought some products from the aesthetician; we'll call her Jane*. One of the products was an exfoliating scrub, and Jane was explaining to me how to use it. I happened to have a zit, and she said, "Now if you have a blemish like that, be careful not to manipulate it. Do you know what I mean by 'manipulate'?"



Me: Deadpan: "Tell it what it wants to hear so I can take it home with me?"



Mom: **Eye roll and exasperated sigh** (by now she is used to my snarkiness)



Jane: .................



Me: ...............



Jane: ............"Um, no. Don't use the scrub on it."



Me: "Oh. Right, ok. Thanks."



Mom: **sigh**





*Jane wasn't her real name; her real name was Linda.