Dating is a lot like shopping, and if you don't make up a list of what you need ahead of time, you'll probably end up coming home with the wrong item.
Dating is a lot like shopping, and if you don't make up a list of what you need ahead of time, you'll probably end up coming home with the wrong item.
Overheard at my local Rite-Aid. Cashier, to the person buying Tucks medicated pads and Preparation H: "So, are you getting ready for a busy holiday?"
These days it feels like I now have the ability to gain weight by osmosis. I have to run down the cake aisle in the supermarket for fear of having my cells expand just by breathing in too deeply near the chocolate muffins.
Ya know what, Target guy, I know I look like a crazy person pushing a cart of screaming boys, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, red booty shorts with "HO HO HO" on the butt, and black boots with knee high Hello Kitty socks, but listen to me, look into my eyes, if you don't go in the back and tell me if you have toddler size 8 Lightning McQueen crocs to replace the ones the pug ate this morning, I will rip your beating heart from your chest rightfuckingnow go, go, GO!
Sometimes, the shopping trip can only be salvaged with the promise of a milkshake before you leave.
~Killing a Fly with a Ukulele is Probably the Wrong Thing To Do
There are those days when it is simply easier to go to the store and buy new socks rather than wash all the ones in the hamper.
What is it about pulling into the grocery store parking lot, realizing you forgot your bags AND your quarter, that reduces a grown woman to tears?
Tonight's musical purchases...
Judas Priest Live DVD - $13.95
Barry Manilow's Greatests Hits CD - $7.95
Pat Benatar Best Shots CD - $9.95
The confusion on the cashier's face: Priceless.
Shopping for jeans is not for sissies. I spent one and a half hours yesterday trying on thirty pairs of jeans to find one that fit. Yes, thir-TEE! If jeans shopping were an Olympic event, I'd have won a gold medal.
I am self medicating by shopping.
Swimsuit shopping with 2 kids is, I believe, in the 8th circle of hell.
I walk into the new Verizon store...and I am met at the door by a greeter!! Seriously...a greeter, and not a nice friendly retired person like WalMart...no this is a line backer looking woman with an attitude.
I was innocently doing my grocery shopping and I turned down the chip aisle, heading straight for the Doritos. Suddenly, I was gasping, coughing, and my eyes began to water. I had just walked into someone else's fart cloud. There were three or four people further down the aisle in front of me, none of whom were looking particularly guilty. Worse, there were two people coming up behind me. Damn the Doritos! Full speed ahead! I didn’t want them to think I did it!
Buying jeans has got to be a punishment for all kinds of bad karma one has accumulated in one's life.
You think shopping with your significant other will be all cozy cups of hot chocolate, admiring the Macy's window displays arm in arm, offering confident advice in kitchen supply stores. Instead, you end up screaming at each other outside the mall, while the homeless people hit you up for change.
I chalk just about every physical symptom up to anxiety. I'm thinking my gravestone will read: "She thought it was a panic attack."