I recognize that this will likely result in my girl card being pulled, but I will admit that I really don’t like shopping.
I do enjoy the results of shopping: owning a new pair of jeans, a lovely new cookbook, or a new serving platter from which I can sling my enchiladas. But the process of acquiring? Not so much.
And especially lately when I have been experiencing more and more of what I think of as ‘Bizarre Retail Exchanges’; whether it’s extremely aggressive sales tactics or inordinately awkward shopper overshares, I find myself wondering more and more often if I’m on some new twisted version of Candid Camera as I wander the aisles of my local retail establishments.
Take the following as my first example of the Holiday Shopping Season…
Last week I went to browse the wares of a store that you may know, although we shall allow it to remain nameless; let’s just say that its name rhymes with ‘entomologie’.
So I was shopping in Entomologie and I found a few whatnots that I decided to purchase. All of these whatnots were kitchen goods and all were extremely breakable, so, of course, I decided that the proper thing to do was to precariously balance all of those breakable goods in my arms along with my car keys, cell phone, and clutch, just before making the epic trek across the store to checkout.
