Saturday, August 18, 2007
Sephora is my stalker.
Sephora continues to creep me out.
I mean, yeah...they're awesome and all that. But...creepy.
I went into the store to get something, and while purchasing, the sales lady says 'Happy Birthday!' and hands me a free lotion with a bow on it. I stammered 'Thanks?' and got flustered. How did they know it was my birthday? And how did they just happen to have my gift pre-wrapped under the counter?
It's almost as if they KNEW I was coming in, and they KNEW all pertinent information about me. I wouldn't be surprised if they started stocking all the things I liked in a 'Sara' section and rang a bell and showered me with confetti when I came in the store. It feels like something out of 'Brazil'.
Disneyland does the same thing. When I enter the park at the main gate, the cast members always say 'Hi Sara! It's good to have you back - it's been months!'...and the people I'm with always go slack-jawed and stammer. They think I'm a disney freak, when in reality...yes, I'm a disney freak, but it also shows my name, and my last date of attendance on the computer screen when they scan my pass. It's Magic!
Sure, I know at some point I voluntarily provided my birthday to Sephora. And sure, they had to scan my card to know it was me...but it just seems more magical to think they KNOW me, and what I like.