For women shopping is a gathering spree wandering around picking the best/ripest, comparing and contrasting, checking what the others from your clan around you think and so on.
For men, shopping is a hunting expedition. You go out, spear you catch, bring it home.
For me, a shopping trip is closer to a commando raid.
First, you plan: decide what you want, decide where you are getting it from.
Then you plan your route to make best use of your time, as well as fallback positions to alternative shops if the original does not have what you want.
You go early – as soon as the shops are open and before the crowds.
You go, get in and get out with as little contact with the enemy… shop staff as possible. You do not browse and therefore fall into any of the cunning little traps the retailers have set out to ensnare you. You do not use the aisles set up to lure you into their purchasing zones. You outflank the shop, going directly from one purchase place to the next, ignoring all else. Eyes always on, and only on, the object of the mission.
Success is when you get back home with what you went for, nothing more nothing less, preferably in under an hour.
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