Swindled. Again.

Sometimes I think my middle name should be Amanda Sucker Fairbanks. The other night I was at the mall with my dear friend Mr. Mathay and I was just telling him how my mom always gets pressured into buying things from those kiosks in the middle of the mall with the Israeli people. I should have knocked on wood or something because literally 2 minutes later I find myself paying fifty dollars for face wash supposedly from the dead sea. Did I need it? No. Did the lady give me a hug probably because she felt so bad for the American girl she just swindled? Yes. Bahhh. Yet, after realizing the receipt said 'no returns' I decided to use it and actually found it quite nice. So there. Now when the same lady comes up and asks "How much you spend on face" I can now answer with confidence. Too much.