
The other night, my friend and I were talking about shopping. Now, she is one of those people who loves to shop. "I love to just walk around and look at EVERYTHING! I can walk around Walmart for three hours and love it!"
Sometimes it amazes me that we are friends.
I mean, I can barely stand to walk around Walmart for three minutes, much less three hours. I pretty much despise shopping under almost any circumstances. I do have a sister who has the same shopping philosophy as myself--get in, get what you want, get out. I have another sister, who, while she may shop quickly, we don't shop for clothes because we don't shop in the same section. This sister is very little and shops in the junior section. My clothes come from the "big, fat broad" section of the store.
Others in my family are the ultra-specific shoppers (remember the shorts, Mom?), who must have a certain shade, certain length, certain fabric, certain price, certain heel, certain texture, certain cuff, etc., etc., etc. Yet another is what I call the remorseful shopper. She looks, picks something up, puts it in her cart and walks around the store with it, only to be plagued with buyer's remorse BEFORE we even get to the check-out stand. "Oh, I'm not going to buy this." The disregarded item then gets discarded into whatever section we are in when the Earth-shattering decision is made. Shirts are now poked in the freezer goods. Socks shoved into bath mats. Jeans in with appliances. You get the picture.
I have to admit, I kind of like shopping with other people's money. Every year, my mom takes me shopping for my birthday. That is kind of fun. Since my birthday is in the winter, I am shopping for clothes that cover all of my body, like jeans, skirts, etc. Absolutely never looking at dreaded items like swimsuits or shorts. (These are not fun to shop for even with someone else's money.)
Speaking of money, that may be another reason why I don't like to shop. I am a cheapskate. My friend who likes to shop said she likes to just look at things, with no intention of buying anything. I think that is just teasing. It's like holding a cookie just out of reach of a child. If I am going to spend my time wandering around Walmart, I am damn sure walking out with something. I deserve it. That is my reward for shopping.
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