I am not a fan of shopping. I
have never understood the people who actually enjoy going to a store. Mark
mentioned to me that Bed, Bath and Beyond was going to be closing a lot of
their stores. "How could that be?" I asked him, "Every single
time we're in that store, it's full of women and gay guys buying crap."
Mark then explained to me that half of those people are buying things. The
other half, minus the shop lifters, are returning the crap they bought the day
before. Apparently it's a thing with some people. Buying and returning things.
Then Mark explained that a lot of them will buy nice towels, nice dishes, nice
things in general because they're either having a party or having visitors and
want to impress others. As soon as the visitors leave or the day after the
party, they return all that stuff. And then there are the real sickos who
simply love the rush of purchasing shit and when buyer's remorse sinks in, they
return it.
I especially hate shopping
with Mark. He has no plan when he goes into a store and no list, just a general
idea of what's on sale. He gets into one of those electric shopping carts and
takes off, leaving me in his dust. I spend most of the shopping trip trying to
catch my breath as I run after him. Up and down the aisles, first on one side
of the store, and then while I'm not paying attention he zips clear across to
the other side. I've started standing in one spot near the center of the store
and calling him on the phone every once in awhile to check on him. It saves me
from sore feet and if he needs me, I'm close enough. I used to try and out
think Mark by picking up those things I knew we needed. This always backfired,
because he would still zip on over to the aisles I just had come from. I
seriously hate shopping.
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