I'm Not a Shopper, OK?

I've never really enjoyed shopping for extended periods of time. But I can do it if I have a goal. Shopping just to shop? Forget it. I'd rather give myself a root canal with no anesthesia. (perhaps that's a little strong. And graphic. ... but you get the idea.)
Even grocery shopping - I refuse to go unless I have a list and an exit strategy. No dawdling for this girl. Get in, get out. And you can forget about socializing while I'm "on duty".

Apparently, though, I look like I know what I'm doing. Today as I was perusing the refrigerated section at Costco, a confused looking man asked me about the uncooked tortillas, because he was having a party tonight and wanted to make quesadillas as appetizers. And as I gave him instructions, a crowd began to gather. I found myself giving detailed directions on How To Brown Tortillas And Melt Cheese to 3 active listeners, while several others were taking an unusually long time to choose their lunch meat.

Next store- the Kroger - known in Colorado as King Soopers. As I was choosing which canned cinnamon rolls to buy for Christmas morning (when we do things the ultimately easy way), a very cute older woman wanted to engage me in a discussion of whether you can make monkeybread with canned biscuits or do you have to use the frozen rolls. I was quite amused that she thought I knew or cared. And I stopped and talked to her about it, not because I knew or cared, but because she was nice, and I didn't want her to be lonely there in the unbaked cookie dough and jello section of the Kroger.

Then tonight The Brain and I went to pick up an electronic item that we will be needing next Tuesday. You have to know that The Brain knows everything about any electronic item before he buys it because he's just cool and smart like that. And he actually likes to do the research and read the reviews, and even remembers which reviews went with which products. All I know is that it was silver, ok? And I don't care if that does promote gender stereo-typing. There's a reason for those stereo-types.

So we're wheeling it out, and a guy on his way in spots it in our cart and runs over to us - no - to ME asking if I had researched that item before I bought it, and what about the resolution problems in the last model? Or some kind of gobbledy gook tekkie talk like that. He was flashing print-outs in my face, and talking really fast.

I pointed at The Brain and nodded, and the two had soon bonded and were sharing electronic stories like old friends, while I headed for the car to wait in the warmness.

I guess I'm glad I appear nice and approachable. I still say I'm not a shopper, but I'll give out all the free advice you want. And just to save you the time of asking - - all my electronic shopping advice starts and ends with "get the silver one".