My wife loves shopping. In fact, her
family has a special term they use for their kind of shopping:
goobling. Now, I have no idea
where the word came from or what it's supposed to mean, but that's
their word for shopping.
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| And Stay Out! |
Whenever
her sisters visit, they spend hours upon hours upon days upon days
goobling. NO MEN ALLOWED,
either. We men fold stay home and play our games. So long as we stay
out of the ladies' way, then we're A-Okay.
My
wife loves thrift
stores. Now, I'm all for getting cheap stuff, but she just likes to
go and look.
Sometimes she'll find something she really wants, and gets it, but
more often than not, she just shops.
If
my son & I go with my her, she hates it. We 'hang
around'
her, follow her about, and this bothers her immensely. She pretty
much just wants us to get lost and leave her alone. Usually, she just
leaves us at home.
Now,
when it comes to other kinds of shopping, like say, grocery shopping,
my wife hates me. I make a list, go in, and a few minutes later come
out with what I wanted. This is how I shop for everything, and it
drives her nuts.
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| Now this is what I call a shopping cart! |
- Do I need new shoes? 2 minutes.
- A pair of pants? 2 minutes.
- Groceries? 2 minutes.
- Shirts? 2 minutes.
- Noticing a trend?
- Etc., etc...
The
last time we went to the grocery store finally had enough. She said,
“Baby, just go
do it yourself. You'll be in and out before I even get to the front
door. You suck all the fun out of shopping.”
Then,
naturally, she stuck her tongue out at me.
Real
mature, dear. Real mature.
:)
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