How much shopping can someone actually do??
Shopping is something that I’ve always found to be a necessity more than an activity. Whenever I go shopping, is with a purpose… walk up to the shelf with half sleeved formal shirts-find a checked/plain/vertical striped shirt which doesn’t have bright colours-check if the price is in budget-pay for it and get out! Like Walter (remember Jeff Dunham) says, “Welcome to Walmart. Get your Sh*t and get out”
But for quite a few of my female friends, it is like an activity. Something which they love doing, something which they apparently HAVE TO do once in few days. The messed up part is that they wouldn’t even have anything in mind… ‘Let me just go to the store and see what’s good’. Shopping is kind of a past time… Have time to kill before a movie? Lets go shopping. Bored at home? Lets go shopping. Would you relocate to a smaller town? No.. There are no good malls there!
What I don’t understand is… What is it about shopping that gets women so excited?
Of course, one thing could be the stuff that is on sale. Although, when you don’t have anything in mind, how would you know which section to go to? Left or right? First floor or ground floor?
The thrill of spending money? That can’t be exciting… No… that’s not it. I’m definitely not a miser. But spending money on overpriced clothes or shoes because I’m bored doesn’t make sense to me. Spend the same money eating somewhere nice or having a drink with some friends – now that is how I’d like to spend my hard earned money
The fake sales persons with plastic smiles who make you feel very nice about yourself? ‘Oh Yes Sir. This one looks very good on you’ where as they actually thinking ‘Why does he even need such nice clothes? Why can’t he just pick some stuff and bugger off so I can go attend the cute chick at the other counter’
Is it the thrill of turning your husbands/boyfriends into clothes hangers? ‘Just wait out here and give me the clotes one by one while I try them on’. The guy is standing out there like a moron with a zillion pieces of clothes hanging off his shoulders and outstretched arms.
Or seeing him fumbling for words when you say ‘how do I look’? Of course, the guy’s gotta be honest and nice to his girl at the same time!!! How the hell does that work? Because, face it, not every awesome looking dress looks good on every girl… However expensive it is! Price of a dress and its compatibility with the wearer is not directly proportional!
Now, its not that I hate shopping or window shopping or buying things. It is just that I find it a necessity and not as a way to kill time.
Posted: October 23rd, 2009 under Uncategorized.
