One of my friends had a BeautiControl "clinic" years and years ago. It was around 1990, when they were still doing colors for people. They would tell you if you were a "spring" or a "winter" and then sell you the whole line based on your season.
So I was at the "clinic" and the consultant has these fabric color swatches that she's draping over everybody. The hostess (my friend) had a different season on each shoulder and the consultant was lifting the swatches to her face. The hostess' beloved dog, an older Lab who had begun to have health problems, was lying on the floor by the fireplace. The dog began to heave and throw up.
The hostess jumped up, grabbed the swatches from her shoulders, threw one of them over where the dog actually threw up, and held the other under the dog's muzzle to catch what was coming out. The consultant FREAKED OUT and started screaming at the hostess. The hostess had had the dog since she was a teenager, it was her first "baby," and she of course FREAKED OUT in return.
It ended up with us (the hostess' friends) telling the consultant to calm down or leave. Sadly, she did not get the message until we started picking up her stuff, putting it into her cases, and moving them to the front porch while she ranted about how many thousands and thousands of dollars her swatches were worth. As we finally herded her out the door, she was still shouting over her shoulder that she wanted the gift back from the hostess that she had given as thanks for hosting the clinic.
The hostess did give it back a few days later, along with a check for $50 (the amount that BeautiControl had told her the swatches were worth), all wrapped up in the dirty swatches.
- P, California.