Beware of beautiful women wielding skin-care products in mall kiosks. Kevin was on his way toward the mall exit when a skin-care kiosk saleswoman approached him, putting a product in his hand. An hour later, he somehow had spent about $666 on skin-care products that he never really wanted in the first place. How does this happen? Did the woman drug him? Did she sneak his credit card out of his wallet and scan it while he wasn’t looking? Nope. It was all charm, flattery, and persistence. Then more persistence. His disjointed account sounds more like a description of a drunken evening than of a shopping experience.
By May 31, 2011