Shoppin With Mama.

A Man's Smart Shopper

To make matters even worse, I don’t know what it is, but I can never find what it is that I am looking for.  On the other hand, when we do go on these sojourns into the marked down 50%-merchandise world, she will always find several items that catch her fancy. I will search in complete desperation, every hall, every wing, every level of each mall and never find what it is that I set out to find.  This is why men are most always not smart shoppers, it just isn’t in our genes.

Such is my burden in life to carry.

Never do I stop to realize and admit that, often, the fantasy of something different is a lot better than the reality of something different.  So, we walk and we walk, and we walk some more. The concrete is mostly unforgiving on an old geezer like me and late in the afternoon my hips are tired, my back isn’t doing much better and I have “attitude.”

Shopping with Boxcar is not pretty nor is it fun.

Take my advice, if your significant other inquires of you, “Honey, I am going shoppin.  Do you want to take a pass and not go?”  Take the high road, nod your head in silent agreement and then stay home.

Believe me, it is best to leave the shopping to the Pro’s.