When someone asks you if you have plans for the day, never ever say that you have none. Especially if the one asking is your mom.
After finding out that I have nothing important to do, my mom dragged my arse off my computer chair and dragged me outside to go shopping. Apparently, the glass racks in our kitchen finally gave in because of old age and we needed to buy a new one. Well, at least that’s what my mom’s excuse was.
So here I am at the mall, sitting at a bench with a number of shopping bags in my hand. The store for the bar glass racks are on the fourth floor but here we are on the second where the shoes and clothes are. I’m composing this blog entry you’re reading now here on my phone because there’s nothing else to do.
Somehow, I’ve begun to hate shoes even more
Shopping is one of the things I don’t like doing. Especially if it’s with a woman (Then again, I don’t seem to recall shopping with men before. Now that would be just odd). You see, you’re not exactly shopping WITH them. You’re there as an extra hand.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not implying that all women are like this (Thank God, my girlfriend isn’t). Most of them are. I’ve already wen’t out shopping with friends, with some of my relatives. But out of all of them, my mom is the most extreme. The wine glass rack? I’d be surprised if we ever get to buy one.
What is it with shopping that makes girls go gaga, anyway? I mean, really? I’m sure this mystery has plagued the minds of men for centuries now. But even with all the research, no one still hasn’t come up with an answer. Why are women so different when it comes to shopping? Look at me, I’m a person who likes buying stuff but I don’t go in a frenzy hopping from store to store just to glance upon clothes that is almost as similar looking as the others. I mean, c’mon! That’s the same exact same dress from the previous store! I can’t tell the difference! Just buy them already!
Yeah, I know that if I’m going to bitch about it I should have just refused my mom from the very beginning. But a torrent of blahs from my mother is something I’m not really good at dodging yet. So I don’t really have much of a choice but to wait for the time that we would actually go to the store where there are actually wine glass racks for sale.
Hmm… looking at the number of stores that my mom hasn’t been to yet, it’s going to take awhile.
Shoes… Grrr ~ Pol
The name's Pol and I'm a guy who really loves to talk and rant. In this blog, I mostly talk about technology, gadgets and the internet, but there are times when I also dabble in other stuff like art, movies, comics, and video games.
