Shopping for that special someone

Monday, December 17, 2007
Gifts, gifts and more gifts. The B.F. and I went shopping on Saturday at the busiest mall ever, right before a mild snow storm. I didn't write down a list. Maybe that was my first problem. I thought I'd glide through stores, see something that caught my eye and grab it, gift wrapped and all. Nope. Not even close. I became confused, blinded and started to get a headache. What if they don't like it? Does she have something like this? Shit. M.A.C or NARS? There's so much pressure to buy your friends and family the perfect gift. I don't like giving gift cards -- I'd rather have you return it. Opening a gift is half the fun! Take the B.F. for example. For the past year and a half, I've bought Christmas and birthday gifts. Now, has he liked everything? Ummm. Well, not necessarily. I loved the light purple shirt, but he thought it was a little progressive -- even for him. (Seriously, the kid wears a light pink shirt. The purple shirt was on sale and in the general realm of pink, so I thought it was a shoe-in. I was shot down.)

I really want to achieve that great look. The look that goes something like this: "OMG, this is most perfect gift. How did you know?" I strive to achieve the really, really genuine how-did-you-know expression.

I didn't pull off the look or even buy anything. I got so irritated with the people in Sephora and every other store. Mostly because women were stopping, talking and carrying on long conversations in front of doorways, Starbucks line and other high-traffic areas. Why not! Because that almost makes sense. The worst is when both have strollers and you politely say, "excuse me," but they can't hear you. It's hopeless. Then you try and squeeze yourself between both strollers -- never works.

FYI -- I'm one of those women who avoids having conversations in congested areas. Don't get me wrong, I'll blatantly carry on a conversation with a long-lost college friend in the mall. I just try to not piss off the rest of the shoppers when we are shoulder to shoulder in a jam packed mall.

Bah humbug.

Still, I need to shop for a few select people.


Maureen said...

I'm an advocate for having seperate lanes or even seperate shopping centers all together for people with strollers. They easily add an extra half hour to my shopping trips this time of year. Trying to weave through the strollers at Great Northern just to get to Macy's is not fun!

Karen said...

May AARP forgive me, but I always hated accidentally grocery shopping on social security check day.
There is nothing as impenetrable as three parallel eldery people with shopping carts walking slower than frozen snot. The crowd I encountered loved to gather in knots of three and four with their carts huddled around them like a wagon circle in the center of an aisle and refuse to budge or let anyone through.

Allison M. said...

To both of you, we will one day be those pregnant chicks or old ladies pulling the same stunts -- only maybe with more style and a bigger cane.