My ex-girlfriend used to go shopping to department stores thrice a week. I used to take her out of consideration because it was quite far to get to kaohsiung City from our humble abode.
She would spend about three or four hours looking at clothes and trying on shoes that she had tried on the previous week. She would hardly ever buy anything though.
Saturdays were the worst. Boredom strikes as I wait for the nth time for her to appear from behind the curtain of concealment where clothes are donned and arranged.
Glancing around the artificially lit department store I would observe other males in similar predicaments. Some would be reading but most would be counting the patterns on the carpet or playing snake on their mobile phones.
As time went on I started to gain a fear of department stores. Mind numbing boredom straffed with uninteresting flashes of attire gradually wore me down.
One day I decided that my Ex should take the bus because I was sick to death of hanging around and wasting my time. At this she was appaulled and she sought to inform me that I was an unconsidetate and ungrateful oaf.
Arguments ensued. I gave in and spent more hours whiling away the time trying to write songs in my head or make paper aeroplanes out of used receipts.
3 years of shopping and then we broke up. I am such a mug.
You wont catch me in a Department Store. Ever.
I get all my clothes from the rag market.