Shopping Can Be A Pain
If you’re a regular shopper, you’d know that. Heck, even if you aren’t, it’s a pain in the butt anyway.
So I wanted to buy jeans. Black, to be more specific, but I was ready to put my guard down and accept something a little less black and more denim blue because those salesmen weren’t being able to satiate my tastes. And even then, which is really saying something, I think I tried on more jeans than a unit can manufacture in a day, and found nothing.
If I like the colour on something, I don’t like the way it sits on my butt. If I like the fit, I don’t like the colour. If I like both, something or someone somewhere always has to ruin my entire mood. And thus goes the vicious cycle.
And obviously, after you’ve tried on so many pairs, the fatigue begins to kick into your skin. Specifically your legs, and you can’t walk anymore. But you still have to go on, because somewhere that one pair of jeans is sitting, waiting with bated breath.
What I need is someone cool enough to help me out in times like these. So that there’s a lunch or a dinner after/before shopping, some sarcastic comments about other clothes here and there, and a lot of money to splurge on all the things that I’m going to end up buying instead of those jeans. Someone who’s going to ask that nosy salesman to stop saying, “This would look amazing on you.”
Because if you don’t go with someone fun, shopping becomes a pain.
x EdgyShark x