The Devil Wears Consignment

For some reason, the makeup company MAC has its Chicago headquarters in my building, and even though its minions are very nice I always hate to meet them in the elevator because they make me feel frumpy. Today, however, I rode up with two of them and enjoyed this conversation:

 

MAC1: Oh, look at your cute little shoes.

MAC2: Thanks. I'm busting them out for the first time.

MAC1: Perfection. [Yes, she said that] Where are they from?

MAC2: Oh, just a consignment store . . . I'll take you.

MAC1: Great! Now, how does that work? You rent them, or you buy them?