I’m Not A Shopper

I was in-and-out of the mall in five minutes! Someone bring smelling salts to my daughter.

I can’t speak for all guys, but I’m sure it’s most. We don’t like to shop! I was reminded of that tonight because I went shopping.

Let me backtrack a second. I’m living in a hotel Monday through Friday while my studio is constructed (mostly waiting for gear to arrive). I packed light. Just suits, shirts, shoes. Nothing casual and no backups.

This afternoon I noticed the sole was separating from my right shoe!

phpkhGrAQPMTonight it was the Westfield Palm Desert Mall for footwear. There’s a Payless visible as you walk in.

One pair. They fit. I bought. Simple. I was in-and-out of the mall in five minutes!

Someone bring smelling salts to my daughter. That last paragraph probably caused her to faint.

phpWNoWHRPMNext stop Whole Foods. It was obvious I was out of my element. Chris, wearing an apron and standing next to a large refrigerated case, looked at me and asked if he could help.

“Dinner,” I said.

Chris took pity. I left the store with shrimp sushi and a “Mango Tango” smoothie.

My entire shopping spree was over in under a half hour. It was hell on Earth. I’m not built for shopping.

2 thoughts on “I’m Not A Shopper”

  1. Geoff…….

    Don’t quite know how you got out of Whole Foods so easily…..when I go there for a simple item, (such as milk) I usually end up spending a “whole” lot more. I think the comedian Bill Mahre once said, “Whole Foods,….whole paycheck!”

    Good on you for escaping the clutches of that wonderful store so skillfully.

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