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Oops, so I disappeared for almost a week.

Busy, busy, busy. Rushing code for FYP, on top of a couple of projects due over the weekend, not to mention the fact that the final exams are already next week … which I have yet to study for.

At least my health decided to be nice to me. Throughout all the above nonsense I had to cope with – surprisingly, I’ve had no relapses thus far (for about eight days?!) apart from a couple of mild ones today.

Meanwhile, let me talk about sales crew and EQ. (Or rather, lack of EQ.)

Yours truly was at Guardian Pharmacy this evening purchasing medicated lotion for my (unfortunately, still acne-plagued) face from the dispensary. After paying for my purchases at the cashier, I was distracted by a shelf full of soft toys at the far end of the store and went over.

That was when I met Missus Low-EQ.

She was initially chatting with another customer when she happened to look over and saw me – when I was still happily looking through the soft toys. (They have Chip ‘N Dale, Snoopy, Eeyore and loads more which I kept gawking over.)

Just as I was leaving the shelf, Missus Low-EQ was on to me in a flash and began to go on about how my face is so full of pimples and that she wanted to sell me something for it.

Fuck it. I’s already bad enough that I am emotionally affected by it. Does it seem as if I (or anyone else, for that matter) APPRECIATE random sales people coming up to me and telling me that my face looks BAD that I should start using all your crap products?

I ignored her and walked on, my facial expression stony.

Most salespeople would have gotten the hint and backed off by then. But did this one do the same? Nooooo. Instead, Missus Low-EQ trailed me throughout nearly half the length of the store, still going on and on about my pimple-clad face.

Honestly?!

Those of you out there who have more or less enjoyed a clear complexion for most of your life – I’m sure that you’d already be miffed enough when the Pimple Monster decides to launch an attack on you, aye? On top of having to deal with idiots out there who, typically used to seeing you with clear skin, suddenly decide to go on and on, badgering you with questions such as ‘why is your face like that?!?‘ as if it is your fault that you look like a pockmark.

Most people should know the feeling all too well.

Now, add on to the growing list of shit that I have to take – a random stranger blatantly insulting your face right in your face in public.

Not just any stranger, but a stranger who after looking at your pockmarked skin – decides that you will be the perfect opportunity for her to make her sales pitch. (And perhaps, help her get her bonus.)

Am I wearing a big fat billboard around my neck that screams “Look at me, my face is bad! Promote all your skincare products to me!!”?

Absolutely not.

Back to the scene. I was practically stalked by this woman while I tried my best to get away from her and not blow up at the same time. But it was extremely hard when she was practically chasing after me and bantering “Hey! Hey! Hey! You want anything for your PIMPLES or not?”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I turned around and asked Missus Low-EQ to fuck off.

Of course, this also demonstrates low-EQ on my part … which typically happens when I’m provoked. But for fuck’s sake – when I’ve already made it clear that I’m not bloody interested, stop absconding on me with more of your persistent sales pitches, can? Missus Low-EQ was practically asking for it.

Strangely though, Missus Low-EQ looked a bit puzzled after my little outburst. It then dawned on me that she must not have understood what I’ve just said – considering how her accent told me that she was most likely a foreign worker.

Damn, I should have stuck out the universally-recognized middle finger for emphasis.

If you happen to be out there selling skincare products, the above is a perfect example of an approach not to take.