Shopping Alone

My wife and I seldom go shopping together. My shopping trips are short, hers are long. I know what I want, she doesn’t. I buy what I need, and go home. She likes to pack a lunch and make a day of it. Hers is let’s go and look around and we may discover that there is something we need that we didn’t know we needed which is my definition of something we don’t need.

So when I needed a new computer chair I didn’t invite her to come with me. It would be a short trip, and she knew it. I was going to IKEA, one of her favorite stores, and she wanted to go, but she knows shopping with me when I’m on a mission is not much fun, and so she didn’t even get out the picnic basket.

She did take out her IKEA catalog and asked if I’d like to look at the section on computer chairs before I left. It sounded like a good Idea.

“Here let me show you,” she said, and started flipping through the pages. She stopped.“Look at this. Wouldn’t these little tables be great in the family room,” she said.

“I don’t see the computer chairs,” I said.

“Yes computer chairs,” she said and continued flipping the pages, and then stopped.

“Computer chairs?” I said.

“No, bookcases,” she replied.

“I want to see the computer chairs,” I said. I started getting that impatient feeling I get when we shop together.

“Well okay,” she said clearly disappointed that the shopping trip she wasn’t invited on was nearly over.

“Here they are; I like this one,” she said pointing, “and the desk that goes with it would be nice too,” she added.

“I have a desk,” I said.

“It’s a table,” she said.

“Same thing,” I said and gave her the look.

“Enjoy your shopping,” she said, and gave me a sweet kiss goodbye.

There is more to the story than I’ve told and so to be fair, let me come clean. If the shopping trip is to a bookstore, my motto is let’s go and look around, and we may discover that there is something we need that we didn’t know we needed which is my definition of time well spent and my wife’s definition of, it figures.

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