Spray Tan Orangina

Yep. I can add another chapter to the Coco blooper book. I don’t walk around looking like a dimwit on purpose you know, it just happens.

Once upon a time there was a girl who only had one wish: a tan without harming her skin. She thought about this for days; should she or shouldn’t she get a spray tan? Images the Jersey Shore cast danced around in her head. The fear of turning orange like one of the Guido’s and Guidette’s was huge. The girl had a friend. A frequent sprayer. The solid plea by her sprayer girlfriend persuaded her. In a whim they were at the salon. A little nervous and a little wobbly the girl waited her turn. Her friend reassured her that it would work out just fine. “She’ll have the same as me, the friend said decisively.” The girl was very pleased with her caring friend …

And then I was orange. Because you see, just like my friend, I had a triple bronzer. She looked gorgeous. I ended up looking like a carrot with teeth for four days. “No, I’ve not been on holiday”, I have had to assure my colleagues, bystanders and my mother-in-law. I just had a triple bronzer. Happy now?