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I am one of those nightmare-shoppers.
Looking is nice, but I end up having to poke everything. This inevitably leads to touching it, taking it off the display causing the whole thing to fall over and everything to cascade onto the floor, picking it up, trying it on, twirling it around, using it as a boomerang, contorting it into different shapes, acting out imaginary dramas between it and the other items, re-arranging it in scenes and window displays, and smearing it with fingerprints... all the while eliciting the most hilarious scowls from all the purse-lipped old ladies in the shop.
Shopping is a little like flossing or eating pickles. The mere idea of it makes me cringe, but somehow, once I'm doing it, it's kinda fun (or yummy, in the case of the pickles).
Dearies, I still haven't seen BBM, but I want to soooo badly.
Looking is nice, but I end up having to poke everything. This inevitably leads to touching it, taking it off the display causing the whole thing to fall over and everything to cascade onto the floor, picking it up, trying it on, twirling it around, using it as a boomerang, contorting it into different shapes, acting out imaginary dramas between it and the other items, re-arranging it in scenes and window displays, and smearing it with fingerprints... all the while eliciting the most hilarious scowls from all the purse-lipped old ladies in the shop.
Shopping is a little like flossing or eating pickles. The mere idea of it makes me cringe, but somehow, once I'm doing it, it's kinda fun (or yummy, in the case of the pickles).
Dearies, I still haven't seen BBM, but I want to soooo badly.