When shopping, I have a written list of things to buy. I zip-in and zip-out.
When SD shops, she does not have a written list. She does not zip. She lingers.
Shopping with the DW is very painful for me. She wanders around, aimlessly, looking at stuff. She picks-up and looks at items that we don’t need and can not use. Besides, she does not set a time schedule to get it done.
I can be done shopping in 20 minutes while SD can take hours. Yes, hours. Help me Jesus!!
When shopping with Pat, if I don’t have my happy face on or I try to encourage her to speed-up -- I get the evil eyes. Have Mercy on me Lord.
As I see it, what can be so much fun about walking up and down every damn isle in a store the size of a football field looking at crap that we don’t need?
Maybe it’s just me. I may have a genetic defect that causes me shopping syndrome pain.
But. Wait a minute!
Is Satan intentionally trying to make me suffer? Does God favor Pat over me? Inquiring minds and I wanna know.
Hummmmmmm, with that thought, as I think back - the Devil-Woman does seem to have much more day-to-day successes than Moi.
The answer is now coming into focus.
I’ll be the old guy, wearing a tattered bath robe and worn slippers. Drool running down my chin. Shuffling isle to isle in Wal-Mart at Midnight -- following Pat as she looks at and touches everything.
I’m destined to end-up in Shopping Hell. Why Lord?!
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