Saturday, November 19, 2011
I Hate Shopping
There's something special about a clean, quiet store; with only the workers moving about the aisles, stocking them. Everything is straight and orderly. For the most part, I could take my time and check out new products. I could stand in an aisle and not worry about blocking someone with my cart while I debated brands of potato chips and soap. And, my absolute most favorite thing to do.... I could do... I like leaving my cart of groceries at the beginning of the aisle, walking down the aisle to get whatever I need, and then walking back. Granted I like going slowly up and down the aisles... but, the sheer convenience of leaving my cart behind is heavenly.
I especially don't like clothes shopping. I'm a "know what I need, walk into the store, grab the item off the rack and head for the cash register" kinda girl. I had a friend who I went shopping with one time. She grabbed a pair of pants after deliberating for about 30 minutes as to what cut of pants she wanted; front pocket, no pocket, pleated with pockets... uuggghh! Then, she had to grab one size up and one size down from her usual size. Then it was the parade from the dressing room to the mirror with each one. Then back again for the next size. Then back when the right size was established. Don't even mention picking a different color in the same style because then the process repeated itself. Just in case the sizes ran different between the two colors.
When I am home, I make my mom go to Walmart at 7 in the morning. No crowds. Clear aisles. I almost feel like I have the whole store to myself. Plus, since I wear scrubs to work every day, the only clothes I wear are usually, I am proud although maybe slightly embarrassed to say, from Old Navy. Now that's a run in, grab my size and run out kinda store. I like it.