I’ll admit it. I’m not a shopper. I don’t like to browse and take hours to see what is available and what is on sale. I’m just not built that way.
This being Black Friday, it is basically the day for everyone not like me. Shoppers and bargain hunters are out there right now, prowling through every possible thing.
I will not be. I’m one of those people who will carefully figure out what I am looking for and where I have the best chance to find it. I will then go directly to that spot, pick up that item and head for the checkout. I also want to be able to hold it and touch it, so don’t talk to me about online. That isn’t going to happen either.
But there always the worst possible thing. The store has been rearranged. Maybe they have to make room for new items for Christmas, but they move what you were looking for. It’s probably been six months since I was in there, but… how dare they! My perfect plan to get what I want and escape has been thwarted and I’m left to… gasp… wander the aisles.
It does happen. And I will invariably be left lost and confused, wondering why I have ventured into this mad world in the first place.
I find it the worst part of Christmas. It’s not that I’m turning into a Grinch or a Scrooge or any other creature of that ilk. I’m just not a shopper. More of a buyer, I guess. I know what I want, as long as I can find it. Please don’t make me search. I left my Indiana Jones outfit at home.
