continued from PURSE HEARTBREAK PART 3
Eto na, eto na, eto naaa!!!
Hahaha! Seriously guys, I was so overwhelmed by the number of messages, Facebook & Instagram comments you left to force me to write Part 4. I honestly never thought that this simple story would have so much impact. Sorry I split this into several parts—ang haba kasi talaga nito! If I wrote everything in one blogpost, I swear that instead of enjoying my misery (walastik kayo!), tatamarin lang kayo.
Anyway, sorry antagal—medyo maraming ginagawa, both important and unimportant. 😉
So, where were we? Wait, lemme check.
Ayun, we’re already in the part where Randy felt sorry for me and promised to bring me to Madame XYZ’s store aboard our new Audi Q5. To be clear, the debacle happened sometime in May; Madame XYZ and I were in contact early June; and we got the Audi either late June or early July.
When we got the Audi, we went to Madame XYZ’s store. To be honest, I was nervous about seeing her—after all, nadurog n’ya ang pagkatao ko! Embarrassingly, I prepared the clothes I wore lest she judge me again
(Looking back, I realize I shouldn’t have bothered—hindi na ako naka-L300 eh; naka-Audi na ako!)
Straight out of Pretty Woman!
So off we went to Madame XYZ’s Branch #1 to return the FAKE!!! bags and choose a replacement. The front of Madame XYZ’s store was made of glass, so she definitely saw us alighting from our car, which was parked in front of her store.
(Some parts verbatim, some parts gist only)
Madame XYZ: Hi hija, you’re Dewmaine?
I: Hello po. Yes po.
Madame XYZ: Is that your car (looking at the Audi)?
I: Yes po Ma’am.
Madame XYZ: Oh wow, you have a nice car! That’s actually the car I want to buy.
I: Ito na po pala ‘yung bags…
Madame XYZ to Randy: Uy you know, your car is so nice. Dapat ang bag ng asawa mo yung magaganda, hindi yung mga overused na, ‘di ba? Hahahaha!
Randy: Ah ganun po ba…
Madame XYZ to me: Hija, come here.
(She led me to a secret room inside her shop where there were more bags)
I: Ay may bags pa po pala dito…
Madame XYZ: Oh yes. Ang dinadala ko lang dito ay ‘yung mga valued clients ko. Ito ‘yung mga magaganda kong bags na binebenta. Dito ka dapat mamili, ito ang bagay sa car n’yo! Look at this o (showing me a Chanel caviar with leather handles). You know, type itong bilhin ng mommy ni Charice Pempengco (this was the time when Charice’s “Pyramid” was still such a hit), but if you like it I’ll sell it to you because I like you.
I: Pero ang mahal naman po!
Madame XYZ: Pwede ko pa naman bawasan. This is my personal bag, actually. And I want you to have this. To be honest, may gustong bumili nito the other day. Si Jem kasi eh, inilabas! Kaso ‘yung bibili…alam mo ‘yung typical na cheap-looking Pinay na may asawang foreigner? Eh hindi ko siya feel. Personal bag ko ito eh! Parang ayoko na sa katulad n’ya mapupunta ‘yung bag ko, if you know what I mean. Nagdahilan na lang nga ako sa kanya eh. Sabi ko na lang nagkamali lang na for sale itong bag. So sana sa katulad mo ito mapunta…you know, pretty and professional-looking.
In my mind, I didn’t believe her. I doubt she could be a snob like that kung merong perang pambili.
Anyway, I just looked at the “premium bags” for her “premium clients”, but I didn’t get anything. Wala talaga akong gusto because she didn’t have a quilted chained bag within my price range. She told me to check our her other branch, because some of her Chanels (na authentic daw) are there.
A few days after, our driver brought me to the other branch. Madame XYZ was also there.
Madame XYZ: Hi hija! Look, these are the bags you might like. Is that also your car? Nice color ha!
This time, our driver was just driving our black Nissan Navara bilang hindi ko naman goal na magyabang. Yet, pinuri n’ya pa rin. #BastaWagLangL300. Anyway, I still didn’t buy anything because again, wala akong gusto.
Not long after that, she texted me that she has two new Chanel bags I might be interested in. Kumapit kayo: pupuntahan niya raw ako kung nasaan ako just to show me the bags! I gave her the directions to our office.
When she arrived, I had to entertain her outside my actual office because it under renovation—baka kung ano nanamang masabi. However….
Madame XYZ: Is this building yours, hija?
I: Ay opo.
Madame XYZ: Oh wow, it’s nice. Anyway, here are the bags. Look, they’re so nice oh…
(BTW, our building is very basic. It’s not exactly impressive)
I checked the bags; they were nice but again, out of my price range. Hindi kaya ng konsensiya ko. Hindi ko rin ganun kagusto.
I: Kaso ang mahal naman po. ‘Yung mura lang po ang kaya ko, ‘yung hindi nalalayo sa mga kinuha kong bag dati.
Madame XYZ: Naku naman hija, kayang-kaya mo ‘yan! You have nice cars and you have a building—dapat naman you also have a nice bag. You know, sa work mo, when you and your husband go out…
I: Kasi po Ma’am I just teach. Mga students lang po ang kaharap ko lagi. Para naman pong out of place ‘yung mamahaling bag eh nagtuturo lang po ako. Tapos hindi naman po kami madalas lumabas mag-asawa. Usually dito-dito lang kami kumakain.
Madame XYZ: Ay kahit na. ‘Di ba dapat ‘pag bumaba ka sa Audi ninyo, the bag you’re carrying should be nice, hindi ‘yung mga overused na tinitingnan mo.
At this point, I no longer felt offended with her swipes regarding the “overused bags” I was eyeing. To be honest, I was happy that finally, she thinks I am also worthy of the bags that her “millionaire clients” who don’t complain buy from her.
After she left, I told Randy of what Madame XYZ said—that I should have at least one nice designer bag to match our car.
Randy: Tama naman. Sige bumili ka kung gusto mo. Baka mas OK kung brand new ang bilhin mo straight from the boutique para sure kang hindi fake. Kung ‘yan ang makaka-insqpire sa ‘yo na sipagan ang trabaho, mabuti nga.
I: Parang hindi pa kaya ng kalooban ko bumili ng brand new, Babe eh.
Randy: Ikaw. Basta, ‘wag na ‘wag kang bumili diyan kay Madame XYZ. Sa iba ka bumili. Nakakatuwa sana siya kasi ang bait sa ‘yo, pero tandaan mo kung paano ang trato n’ya sa ‘yo dati nung nakita ka n’yang naka-L300 lang.
So yes, even if I’m not a hooker and Randy isn’t nearly as rich as Richard Gere, I really felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman at that moment. Sarap ng feeling!
Guys, may karugtong pa ito—it’s about the replacement bag I got from Madame XYZ. Pero hindi naman na siguro bitin ‘di ba? May closure na kahit papaano. Maraming salamat sa mga nagsabing willing silang i-resbak ako. 🙂
Sana abangan n’yo pa ang Part 5.
PS: In case you don’t know the Pretty Woman scene I’m talking about, here it is: