On a nearly bi-weekly basis for the past eight plus years I have dragged Rob from store to store where I expect him to flip through racks of clothes with me, give his opinion, then critique each and every piece that I try on and carry it for me once it's been purchased. And get this...he says he doesn't really like it. Shocker, I know!It's taken years for me to catch on, but last night it really sunk in: shopping isn't fun if you aren't the one doing the shopping.
I'd agreed to accompany Rob while he bought some new suits. It was fun for the first seven and a half minutes...maybe, but then I was done. There wasn't any girl clothing to look at, just suits and ties and shirts and dress shoes and cuff links. Boring! After what seemed like days (it was really just a couple of hours) Rob had selected his suits, gotten fitted for them and paid. I thought I was on the verge of death by boredom.
I now have a new appreciation for all the tolerance he shows when
I should point out that it wasn't a total bust...I did get to see His Handsomeness is some mighty sharp suits, and he did buy me some earrings! Of course, in true Rob fashion, we ended the evening with breakfast-for-dinner at IHOP.
3 comments:
It's funny that you mention that because my 5 year old actually likes shopping with me. He's patient and doesn't complain...as long as I buy him a gumball when we're done.
Rob deserves an award for going with you all those years! Tony won't go with me. If I'm clever, I can get him to go on a Saturday after lunch. I always cross my fingers that he will pay for it too.
Glad you were able to make a small purchase so the whole shopping thing wasn't a bust for you.
Gotta love a guy in a sharp suit! And I thought of Rob the other day when my parents took me to IHOP. :)
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