Bijan Girl. Her job was to sit at the front desk right at the front door to make sure nobody entered the store without an appointment. Oh yeah, her job was also to run outside in the rain to feed the meter for her boss - Bijan's yellow Ferrari.
Gina and I had a funny thought as we stood getting soaked, huddling under an overhang for the rain to let up. We would run up to the big glass doors of House of Bijan where would we be on the outside looking in at the blonde Bijan Girl sitting at the front desk. I'd tap on the window and mouth the words "What's your phone number?" and then, "Ima call you !!!" Still, from the outside looking in, I'd dial the number from my cell phone and state, "Hi, I'd like to make an appointment." Then once inside, ask where we could buy an umbrella.
We stood wet in the rain, crying in laughter at the thought of this scenario. Do you think we could've pulled it off?