I hate shopping in stores. Hate it, hate it, hate it. My BF can tell you how testy I get with the interminable walking around and questioning. “What do you think of this one, baby?”
I don’t care! You’re going to get the one you want anyway, so let’s not act as if my opinion matters. Let’s just skip the asking part and go to the part where you buy what you want anyway!
There, I feel better now.
Invariably I end up on a bench or chairs with the other non-shopping boyfriends or husbands, staring into my phone or my hands much the same way as these guys are doing it.
