There are not many things in life that I truly hate. I could make a long list of things I don't like very much like cleaning up after a sick dog or the great D/F.W. traffic. But I can't say I hate them. They don't drive me crazy to the point of insanity.
While I cannot say that I exactly hate shopping, I can say that is drives me really close to that breaking point. I am a "get in and get out" shopper. I know what I want, I go in, get it and leave. But then there is my dear mother. She loves to shop. I mean she really loves to shop, it's like at the top of her list of "most wonderful things."
Last night I was somehow talked in to going to the mall with mom. I know what you are thinking, "Jordan, it is your own fault." And you are right, I was asking for it. I should have known better. I think I would have enjoyed poking toothpicks through my eyelids more. Of course she did deceive me. She told me that we were going to just run into the Sharper Image store really fast to get a special pillow for my sister. While we did run into the Sharper Image store really fast, we did so by way of about 20 other stores. My biggest mistake was asking my mother where to park. You see, because I do not shop, I do not know where the stores are in the mall. So my mom put us at the other end of the mall from our intended destination.
The highlight of the night was when my mother decided to try on seven different outfits. Then of course none of them were right and she left without getting anything. To top it all off, they did not have the pillow we were looking for so we didn't get that either. The only purchase of the night was when I ran into the grocery store to buy Advil.
The moral of this story, I don't shop and I will never be tricked again!
Have a great day.
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When a woman says that they are just going to "run in" for a moment, get ready for hours of pain, shopping.
When I was in Atlanta at the AVID Conference, the threat of "going shopping" was enough to motivate me to walk through Underground Atlanta by myself and ride the MARTA back to my hotel, alone.
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