So I had to go walking through a shopping centre with hubby tonight and while he browsed the aisles I followed checking prices for him, but not really paying attention as I sort of felt like I was already cheating on the whole no shopping thing.
Then while we're in Target, I see the new book series 'The Hunger Games' and mentioned that I wouldn't mind seeing what all the fuss is about and reading them. On sale for a 'good price' hubby decided he would buy them for me as therefore I wouldn't be breaking my no shopping vow.
Things are going swimmingly, we get to the check out and wouldn't you know it, hubby runs into a woman he used to work with.
I should point out now that like his shopping ability, my hubby also gasbags like a woman and before I knew it, the snake-like queue had disappeared and I'm at the front of it with a blonde,over-mascara'd 16 yr old tapping her foot impatiently calling out 'next!'
What a dilemma I'm in. My first thought was simply to tell her to get over herself as no-one with the patience to apply that much eye make-up should have an issue waiting for a slightly unawares customer to get her bearings together and find her purse, but common sense took over and I wandered forward, looked around guiltily, dug out my purse, dropped my FlyBuys card, paid with cash and made a hasty retreat out of the store, receipt flailing behind me.
Hubby appeared at my side 10 minutes later blissfully unaware of the turmoil he put me through - damn him!
Then while we're in Target, I see the new book series 'The Hunger Games' and mentioned that I wouldn't mind seeing what all the fuss is about and reading them. On sale for a 'good price' hubby decided he would buy them for me as therefore I wouldn't be breaking my no shopping vow.
Things are going swimmingly, we get to the check out and wouldn't you know it, hubby runs into a woman he used to work with.
I should point out now that like his shopping ability, my hubby also gasbags like a woman and before I knew it, the snake-like queue had disappeared and I'm at the front of it with a blonde,over-mascara'd 16 yr old tapping her foot impatiently calling out 'next!'
What a dilemma I'm in. My first thought was simply to tell her to get over herself as no-one with the patience to apply that much eye make-up should have an issue waiting for a slightly unawares customer to get her bearings together and find her purse, but common sense took over and I wandered forward, looked around guiltily, dug out my purse, dropped my FlyBuys card, paid with cash and made a hasty retreat out of the store, receipt flailing behind me.
Hubby appeared at my side 10 minutes later blissfully unaware of the turmoil he put me through - damn him!
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