Woman who dislikes shopping suffers retail injury!

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Throughout history, the females in my family have had a genetic predisposition for shopping. They were also blessed with strong constitutions allowing them to stand for hours examining their reflections, looking for perfection. And then they’d go out to lunch.

The love of shopping and going out to lunch skipped a generation. With few exceptions, I don’t enjoy either. But my daughter Veronica does, so, don’t worry Mom! There’s hope.

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My method of shopping is launching and flinging items I need, (and some things just because they’re shiny) into my cart, whipping out my Target REDcard, going home and taking a much-needed nap.

Eventually I return what doesn’t look good, keep what does, and, almost always keep the shiny objects.

Last Saturday Richard asked me to accompany him to Macy’s because he needed a few man-things. Here’s where I make an exception: if it means spending time together, I’ll do it. Am I great, or what?

As soon as we walked into the store, I came to an immediate stop in my super-cute, glow-in-the-dark Asics. My eyes glazed over and I felt “that hippy vibe” I sometimes get. Richard knows that look. He’s seen it many times, and knew it meant one of three things: a Free People sale, an Eileen Fisher sale, or an immediate need to find the closest ladies’ room.

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The vibe was strong that day, my friends. I knew I was in the vicinity of a Free People sale because I became a combination of a truffle-sniffing pig and a drooling, German Short-haired Pointer closing in on a pheasant. It’s a gift. It’s not pretty, but it’s a gift.

Yes, I know I went with Richard to spend time with him, but as he saw the drool begin its slow descent from my mouth to the floor, he said he’d be fine on his own and would come find me when he was finished. 

Being the gentleman he is, he handed me a tissue doused in Purell so I could wipe away the drool and look presentable as I ascended the escalator.

As the escalator arrived at the second floor, I almost squealed with joy. There they were: racks and racks of flouncy, feminine, ”Leslie-style” Free People clothing….all on sale!

I didn’t waste time. I went from rack to rack shoving items into the crook of my right elbow for an hour straight. After a while the items became heavy and my arm was stuck in a permanent bicep-curl, but I wasn’t going to let a little pain deter me from my mission.

Without dropping a single item, I even army-crawled my way beneath racks of Calvin Klein plus-sized jeans in search of “misfiled” Free People merchandise. Hey, I’m a professional.This wasn’t my first time. I know what people do.

I’m not accusing anyone of anything, but honey, if you think you can hide a garment from me so you can come back tomorrow with the coupon you left on the kitchen counter this morning, you obviously have no idea with whom you are dealing. 

Not a single salesperson was roaming the floor to stop me from bringing more than six items into the dressing room. Score!

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After lugging 100 pounds of clothes into the fitting room, nearly tearing my right tricep muscle, I only fell in love with two tops. I hung everything else up on a rack in the fitting room area  because, as my mother always told me, “Clean up after yourself when you go shopping because one of the salespeople might be one of my friends.”

If the mood strikes, and I can use my right arm again soon, I might go back to look around again. 

Or, I’ll just go to Target and launch and fling things into my cart using my left arm, which I can do because I’m semi-ambidextrous, a nice perk while my right arm heals.

I never really had a good reason to explain why I don’t like shopping, but now I do: it can be dangerous.

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Thankfully, I’m mostly a lefty!

My sister, Beth, keeps telling me I have to add her to my posts, so here you go, Beth:

Beth is the prettier one. Beth is the prettier one…

14 Comments

  1. Beth is very pretty…..but she is NOT prettier than you…

    • Um, Mrs. Kupferberg, I don’t think Beth will take kindly to that comment, but thank you!

      • Uhhhh Les. Maybe you are old enuff to call me by my first name..

  2. Beth is very very pretty….but, she is not prettier than you..

  3. Thank you my lovely sistah for FINALLY PUTTING ME ONE OF YOUR ARTICLES. IT’S ABOUT TIME!!!
    HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
    BTW, loved your story.

    • What choice did I have? You bug me EVERY SINGLE DAY, ALL THE LIVELONG DAY about putting you in my posts!

  4. You never cease to amaze me with your ability to express yourself . Your descriptions are so real, everyone can identify with your experience. Loved this blog!

  5. So did you go home and take a nap? Now I have to look up that label, at first I was sure it was movie! Ya… Know with the red card you just order online! My preferred way!

  6. I want to see what you bought. And how did Richard do all by himself?

    • Sharon!! How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages! Well, I haven’t! I bought a couple of cute tops and will probably go back for another oe or two today since the sale is officially on.

      Richard does everything better all by himself!

  7. Great reading!!!!!
    What did Richard get?????

    • Hi, Susan! You’re the second person to ask that! He bought some shoes. He’d rather shop alone, anyway!

  8. 2 pairs of shoes, 2 belts and a new wallet. All on Sale and in under 15 minutes. Oh…what to do with all this time? Perhaps, I’ll go check in on Leslie…AHHHHHHH

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