What began as a typical Monday outing turned into three crazy hours of shopping. I missed the mark. I don’t know why it bothers me so much except that I view time as my friend and I don’t like it wasted. I was mailing something to my sister so success at the post office except never go on a Monday as the lines are longest after the weekend. Then a donation, but that line was long because the good people who had weekend garage sales brought their left overs. I used up an orange tank top so wanted to find a replacement. No one seems to like orange but me, or another way to look at it is people do like orange and two stores were sold out. I managed to find two others I liked on a sale rack. That is a fail because I want to shop more in the man-style. It is my experience that most men that need an item look for that item, purchase it, and leave. What is it in my DNA or training that my eye goes all over a store. I can’t be trusted to the one task on hand. This whole time I am people watching and visiting with fellow shoppers waiting in some additional long lines. Now I’m hungry and thirsty and while I wait in another long line find a well-priced box of English shortbread cookies. Guess what I ate for lunch? I know myself and none of this is a surprise but a disappointment. Chalk it up to being retired and having spare time. All of this may not seem crazy to you but two people I noticed were having a crazy time. One woman had her dark fringe of bangs gathered into a pony-tail jutting straight out from her forehead like a horn. She also seemed to be pacing and her elderly parents held her purchases and tried to act calmly. They have trouble in their lives. Then a junior-high looking young man was walking up and down the sidewalk talking very loudly into a phone. When I passed him the phone was blasting music so who was he yelling at? I have never seen anyone do that other then older crazy looking men but this was a child. I am disturbed by my crazy three hours but what could I have done for these others? Any suggestions? I did chat with the parents of the hair lady about how hungry we were and how long the line was but nothing important. How do I spend three hours and end up with two tops I don’t really need but like and some cookies but no gospel connection? I know that I could have misjudged these situations (except for the long lines) but I really don’t know what to do sometimes and I do want to help…crazy.
