That's Isaiah's The World Today Just Nuts "The Honey Pot" and it's Monday. Meaning I am spending two hours each evening after work shopping. I am not a shopper. I hate shopping. I especially hate it this time of year.
I feel like the biggest Grinch in the world but, bah humbug, I hate it. It's just too hot in the stores and too crowded and everybody's on top of you and people are so rude. Including me.
There's never a park space nearby so you're stomping through the whole parking lot and praying that you remember where you parked your car.
And then there are the battles. Sorry. My grandmother comes before your anything as one woman learned when we were both headed towards the same sweater tonight. My grandmother wanted a "teal blue" sweater.
She said that's all she wanted.
I didn't even know what "teal blue" was. I assumed it was gray. Good thing I looked it up before I went shopping or I would've gotten the wrong thing.
And that's the other thing. You purchase it and you're done and there's always someone who says, "I changed my mind. If it's not too much trouble . . ." And you don't want to be rude. You don't want to say, "Dad, I already bought what you asked for the first time." (Yes, it's usually my father that does that.) So you just smile and say, "No problem." And take the gift back to the store which is another long line, get your cash or credit and then go in search of the new 'this is what I want' -- and praying it will be there.
It's my own fault for waiting so long.
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