Unfortunately, this stall had something to do with luxury mineral facial treatments or something like that, and the lady at the stall aimed hopefully at me while I tried to hide behind Dave, "Excuse me, can I ask you a question?"
And Dave was like, "No..." in that classically grumpy way I find hilarious, and I was like, "Um... No? Not really?" then ran red-faced into Pier. When we got in there I was like, "I don't want to buy your face products! DON'T MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL!" And Dave found that to be hilarious too.
Ever wonder where I get my ideas? Random stuff like this, readers...