My mom loves shopping. She’s 82, loves bargain hunting, and routinely scours the local papers animatedly, pointing out the next great steal… or so she thinks.
She apparently trusts big business. She suspects nothing.
Last month, she dragged me off to a sale at a local shop where she was pretty happy to stand for half the day in a long queue. All to save a few bucks.
I’m retired and may have heaps of time to kill, but I absolutely refuse to wait around in line just to save a few bucks. I would pay handsomely not to queue or be bothered by hundreds of other frenzied customers.
She planned to entice me into the same indignity tomorrow for the annual Black Friday madness. I tried to get her to do her shopping yesterday, but she resisted. Still, I evaded the prospect of being driven quite mad by persevering and managed to drag her off earlier today to shop at apparently inflated prices.
She was not happy. I could tell.
We won’t be scoring any of those once-in-a-lifetime bargains. I’m, however, quite happy about that. Ecstatic, in fact…
lenny unencumbered 