I detest shopping with a passion. Nothing in the world is more annoying. It seems that the females I know - my wife, our family's friends, my own female friends - all possess this additional "shopping" gene that I somehow must have been born without. Today, taking advantage of my daughter's play-date with her friend who happens to live fairly close to the Topanga Mall, I decided to go shopping at the mall for a couple of t-shirts, shorts and boxer shorts.
Got to the mall around 4 PM. Parked outside Macy's, knowing that I would find everything there. Sure enough within 15 minutes I WAS DONE - went in, found the men's clothing on whatever floor, luckily O'Neill and Quicksilver shirts were on a table, picked out 2 white, 1 gray and 1 blue, moved 20 feet, found the Perry Ellis boxer shorts of which I already own about 8 pairs, but they only had the same color in large (light bluish or so), so I got 2 pairs, looked for some Levi Silvertab shorts but found none (I even asked, which I rarely do), paid and I was done.
Unfortunately I still ended up spending about 2 hours walking around, finding a watch battery replacement place, dropping off the watch, having to come back in 15 minutes to pick it up and hitting up Dillard's for Valentino after shave. Shopping sucks!
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