Some people love to go shopping. They consider it to be a recreational activity. I’m not one of them.
I think it’s a chore. Most guys do. A trip to the supermarket is treated like a commando mission behind enemy lines: You have a goal, formulate a plan of attack ahead of time and get in and out as quickly as possible. There’s no dawdling in the candle section or spending half an hour deciding which hair conditioner to buy. You get only what you need and the cheapest kind available.
Now, there are some exceptions to this rule. I’m a movie buff, and I have a collection so big I’ve lost count of how many I have. I know it’s well over 1,000. Maybe closer to 2,000. I love shopping for movies almost as much as I love watching them. I think nothing of driving to Saginaw to spend $75 on a film like the Ultimate Limited Special Edition Director’s Cut of…
