Friday, July 24, 2009

My day at a Shopping Store..

This is a hypothetical situation. Mainly because once I've said that, I am at liberty to pretty much type what i want here.
Let the store be any one you can think of. For example, an I don't mean to influence you thinking, but just for example, lets take Mango. A big brand, clearly it attracts a variety of customers and a lot of them like I found out. Standing alone waiting for the happy shoppers i went there with, to finish with their ritual of taking clothes by the dozen into tiny cubicles to try them on before discarding most of them (it was worth the wait), It gave me a chance to observe other shoppers and people accompanying those shoppers from a third person's perspective.
Many types of different people were identified and put up for dissection my my discerning eyes. Ok, well that's just a fancy way of saying i stood in one place, staring at everyone while i was alone. Almost immediately, i noticed the boyfriends who had gotten themselves caught in the web of going shopping to a store that catered only to women. Poor guys tried to look helpful even though most (READ: ALL) of their advise was gently ignored. Before they even finished with the "what about this dress here", their significant other (The term 'significant' is used more for the sheer quantity because of all the plus sized women trying on clothes meant clearly for anorexic women) suddenly turned to look at something else. Then when this significant other found what she was looking for, the guy stands outside the small matchbox sized room trying to portray his best 'cool' image. However most guys failed at that the moment they went to pick up a shoe they thought was good. Other than the 'ball and chained' guys, these three guys walk in asking for a conversion from an indian dress size to a UK one. We all had a laugh when they said there were looking for a size 4 and as a model, showed someone about 3 times that size. well. The point of this is, well, none actually. I'm just bored. And if you don't want to read something like this again, pray I don't accompany people shopping.

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