Sometimes I wonder why they bother.
We went on a trip to the RICOH arena, for a ‘careers day’, basically a load of people representing colleges and jobs and giving demonstrations. I had my eyebrows threaded by some beauty college and a scar ‘painted’ on my wrist (it was actually more wax and fake blood) by a make up art university. Or something. Both of which are totally irrelevant to my career as either vet or wildlife research journalist. But it costs a bomb to get your eyebrows threaded (not that I can see much difference), and the scar was very realistic/ gory, which is cool.
Actually, there was one stall relevant to me, Lantra or something, but I didn’t get to ask many questions as I sort of got off on the wrong foot with the woman:
Me: Oh wow! Are they bearded dragons? (signals toward display with said lizards)
Lantra Lady (obviously outraged at my prior knowledge… for some reason. Who knows?: Yeah. … **bovvered look**
Me: Oh… sweet. Yeah, it’s just I err… know them. Why is that one all flattened out?
LL: It’s just fat.
Me: (with nervous laugh), Oh, so not any, y’know, strange adaptation then? Ha…
LL: Hm.
Me: So, what kind of jobs are there at Lantra?
LL: Here. hands me a leaflet
Me; Oh… thanks! smiles widely but politely to unsuccesfully instir feelings of guilt
So, in all, a not particularly constructive day but I got lots of freebies! **yess**Well, you cannae say better’n that, cap’n. Ciao, bambiniā¢