I have had this obsession lately with shopping at Ross and Marshall’s. I am not sure what it is, but there’s something almost meditative about being surrounded by so much chaos. I mean it’s not like these are particularly nice places to just hang out. You could compare it to trying to find your contact in a wet sauna. You’ll be extremely excited if and when you find it, but you know once you find it, it might be too dirty or gross to wear again.
I go to these discount stores for only 3 things. Activewear (Nike and Adidas are very cheap), shoes, and bags. Today I found what was almost the perfect shoe. I mean it almost had a halo floating around it when I picked it up. But the key here is the word ’shoe’ – singular. The sister shoe was no where to be found. I looked everywhere. I looked and I looked. knelt down. Went down aisles that weren’t even my size. And then I stopped for a moment when I realized – I’ve been looking for this damn shoe for 1/2 hour.
Then I realized, this was beyond Meditative. This was stupid.
So…I didn’t buy the shoes and I high-tailed it home, checked the crock pot dish, then laid down on the couch for a nap. When I awoke I realized, I had no life.
