Today I went shopping with Hillary and Shan. Shan and another one of her their friends are going to New York later in the month for fun and frolicking, theatre and sight seeing. Shan was trying to find cute clothes and she did. We started a bit after 10:00 and got home a bit after 7:00, and we only came home then because we were half dead. I told Phil we only went to four stores and his eyes nearly rolled out of his head.
"It took you nine hours to shop four stores?" he said.
"We ate lunch," I said. "And we went to that garage sale." (Photo's posted tomorrow of the garage sale you should not miss the next time it happens--which will be in April. I will remind you.)
Phil was not impressed.
His idea would be to breeze in, select something in an appropriate size and color, try it on (maybe or maybe just look at the size and know it would fit w/out trying it on). He would then buy it and go home.
Girls don't do that. There has to be much discussion as to why or why not this or that item is suitable or not.
There has to be trying it on ONE MORE TIME and parading it to the critical audience, who practically clap and cheer.
One sweater had to be discussed a dozen times at least. That one was bought. Another sweater had to be discussed two dozen times. That one still resides in the store. Shan should have bought it, she really should have. There is no clapping and cheering over that decision. She should go back, buy it and then there will be clapping and cheering.
The majority should rule when it comes to shopping. The person paying should not be able to overrule the majority because the majority is pretty much always right. And since the majority was Hillary and me, I know the majority was right. I'm pretty sure that is a valid argument . Then the cute brown sweater would be where it belongs, in Shan's closet.