On a rare holiday, they arrived in the big city and found their accommodation in the middle of a very prestigious shopping precinct.
The woman was quick to realise the shopping opportunity this afforded her. Her hapless companion was not as equally enthused.
However, at the first chance, she ventured out into the street where every third shop was a fashion store with a sale sign on the window. It was one of those streets that stretched out into the distance, and her hapless companion thought: Don’t tell me I have to endure this to the end of the street, which in his reckoning appeared to have no end.
Quickly it became evident he was not in any way of use. He was slowing her down as she energetically strode from one shop to the next. The bargains reached out to her, the riot of colour in the shop windows urged her to buy, to consider and try it on, it might fit if I squeeze in a little tighter.
With her hapless companion lagging and with the seemingly infinite array of shops to inspect, she left him sitting on the seats in front of the shops. There he observed the flow of traffic, marvelled at the stamina of his companion and wondered if he’d ever see the inside of the rather comfortable apartment they had rented for the weekend.
Eventually, it became obvious to her that her hapless companion was not enjoying the experience, he was, in fact, hindering her progress and putting a real dampener on the whole shopping experience.
As there was still an infinite number of shops to explore, shoes to try on, tops and skirts to speculate over, she decided it was of benefit to both of them if she sent him back to the apartment and she continued on her own, free from the now pained expressions her hapless companion was displaying.
So, she suggested he return to the apartment, and she would continue on and join him later. As he left, he did remind her that whatever she bought it would have to be carted home in their luggage.
With those words of apparent wisdom, he set off down the crowded streets to their apartment where he considered the prospect of an afternoon nap highly desirable.
In the meantime, she set off free to look and explore, knowing she didn’t have to worry about his feelings as she had come to the conclusion he wasn’t one for fashion shopping.
It wasn’t often she had an opportunity such as this, and it was too good to let go. Thinking this, she turned into a small fashion boutique offering a fifty per cent mark down.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/10/17/tale-weaver-245-17th-october-shopping/
Ugh! I hate clothes shopping. So much easier to buy on the internet from the comfort of your armchair 😀
Many husband/ or SO ( men) don’t enjoy shopping, specially women shopping. He should have stayed home or had a good cup of coffee meanwhile. 😜
Seems like it turned out the best for both of them🤷🏻♂️
There are few things I buy new… and most are not even close to fashionable.
I’d be the one taking the nap! 🙂