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July 2002 Contest Winner:
Jamie France of Sacramento CA
She will have $10 placed into her PayPal account!
Now, here is poor Jamie's most embarrassing incident while conducting a mystery shop. We call this one "Mystic Tan":
"The moral of this story is: If you have to go out into the heat with a freshly sprayed-on tan-DON'T!
I would like to tell you about my most embarrassing moment this month, maybe ever. A couple of Saturdays ago, I had an apartment shop in a very nice area following a lunch shop in a restaurant located on a golf course.
Being in California, you learn to live with the heat, but this day was especially hot at 113 degrees. At about 10am that morning, I had an appointment at a tanning salon for something that I had read about in a magazine called a "Mystic Tan." Because I am fair-skinned and worry about the damage of UV rays on my skin, the idea of stepping into a booth and being (basically) spray-painted with an instant tan sounded great. I was told that the tan would last 3-5 days and I have to admit, I was feeling pretty good about myself with my new, dark skin. I went home, changed into some nice clothes, completed my lunch shop, and headed towards my apartment shop 32 miles away.
The time was about 2:30 and it was HOT! I don't know if it was because of the heat, but the air conditioner in my car stopped working about five minutes after I left the golf course. By the time I got to my apartment shop, I was drenched, and I remember thinking how glad I was that I had worn my sleeveless white linen blouse instead of something with sleeves.
As I was walking up to the manager's office at the apartments to meet with the leasing agent, I walked past a couple of guys who looked at me a little longer than normal. "Wow," I thought to myself, "what a difference a tan makes!" I entered the building, where the leasing agent greeted me. She gave me kind of a weird look that I pretty much just blew off and thought nothing of.
It wasn't until the second apartment she showed me that I happened to catch myself in the mirror, and was horrified by what I saw. I had dark brown streaks and "run marks" on my face and neck, and my crisp white linen shirt was covered front and back with giant brownish-yellow blotches. At that moment, I suddenly understood why I got the weird look from the leasing agent and my ego slowly deflated as I realized why I had been turning heads.
Since there was no chance of disappearing, and next to no chance of being struck dead by lightning, I turned to the leasing agent and explained where I had been that morning and what I had had done. She laughed and said that she had gone in for a "Mystic Tan" several months ago with better results.
I completed my shop and humbly drove home."
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