How DO they do it - the staff at the Lush shop are so bloody perennially cheerful it is a bit of a task to get through the door, negotiate the bubble bar section and make it to the ballistics at the back of the shop before being greeted in booming chimes of 'HELLO!!' by at least 3 members of staff. More, actually, if you are not quick enough to avoid making eye contact. It is alarming, and I notice of late that they seem to be drafting in pseudo-Americans who are even more theatrical and cheerful than their English counterparts. Now I would not even flinch at a 'Hey HOWDY there!' as I scuttle across the laminate floor trying to be invisible. I DON'T need help, I DON'T want to chat, I DO know how a bath ballistic works, as does a good 99% of the western world . Paying is sheer perjury. There is NO escaping the cheery chat at the till. I usually take Oliver in with me and get him to pay whilst I skulk around the soaps trying to NOT look like I need any help/banter/soap. The whole thing is exhausting. Is it worth it for one bath in the scent of 'Honeybee' I ask myself....
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you can buy it on ebay you know ;)
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