what the...?

At 6 a.m. this morning I got a phone call. I leaped from my bed and answered it on the first and a half ring because, clearly, someone in our family had passed away in the night. There was a woman on the other end

her: oh, you are awake. aren't you an early riser! Well, I won't be able to make it today as my brother has passed away in Nova Scotia and I am on route to the airport. Is there a better day for you next week?

Me: Marge?

her: yes dear

me: Marge?

her: yes dear

Me: oh, I am sorry about your brother M..a..r..g..e. Why don't you call me when you get back.

Her: Okay dear talk to you soon, bye bye!

Marge is the Mary Kay lady whom I have talked to on the phone only twice. I didn't actually have an appointment with Marge (at least not to the best of my knowledge) just like when she called me 4 times last Tuesday to confirm another appointment we didn't have.
She is going to give me a free facial for moving into the community.
Does anyone still wear Mary Kay? I really thought it went the way of Bonnie Bell. Or the giant lip smackers lip balm of the 70's.

Anyway, I am going to let Marge come over for the facial even though I dislike her immensely for waking me up at 6. Her brother died poor thing.

I used to steal Mary Kay stuff from a woman I babysat for. She had an entire room FULL of it and paid me $4 / hr for watching 3 kids, so screw her, I thought.