25 May 2018
“So you wanna sell me makeup?” Katya said bluntly. Trixie smiled, shifting from foot to foot.
“Well, you don’t have to buy anything. I can’t force you! But I’d love to offer you a few samples, and I can assure you, you’ll want to buy as soon as you get your hands on them!”
Katya raised her eyebrows and chuckled. “You’ve convinced me, little lady,” she said as she opened her door wider. “Come on in, won’t’cha?”
(aka trixie is an avon lady and katya is a mysterious and sketchy rich lady)
She didn’t even know why she had taken this job; or why any of them did. They weren’t exactly in love with the idea of staying in decrepit old cabins, spending their long-awaited summer in the middle of the woods trying to repair the place, and then having to take care of a bunch of snotty kids. As Trixie glazed over the car, she didn’t exactly see anyone that fit the camp counselor archetype of a pudgy, smiling girl with acne that sang camp songs in a nasally voice. All she saw were a bunch of high school grads looking for a quick buck, and maybe a secluded spot to have sex.