Have you ever tried shopping on a Monday? HOW… you ask? When you buy jeans which fit your hips but are 5 inches long for you, you have to wait for a Monday to get it back after alterations. Hence, the Monday. You send a woman to a mall that isn’t even crowded to deter her resolve, won’t she swipe her way on the linoleum floor with her debit card?
Whenever I’ve shopped on a Sunday, I’ve had to rub hands and bums with other fellow shopping women and how many ever studies show that all women are bi-sexual, it’s not a very pleasant way to test that! Have you ever noticed how on a Sunday, all the trial rooms smell weird and look like a battlefield abandoned by soldiers who just didn’t find the perfect AK-47 in that special shade of black!
Just the last Sunday, as I skimmed through tops on a rack, and turned around to check the other one, I, apparently, almost punched a pregnant lady on her tummy. That’s what I was told by a very irritated, crowd hating and sleepy husband who accompanied me shopping. I know… I know… it’s my mistake. How did I expect to enjoy shopping when I have a husband in tow?!?!
Monday was a revelation! Just enough people in the mall to not make me feel like a compulsive shopper or Lara Croft raiding a tomb but no bummy scraping at all! I found a free trial room immediately. I found my size, not on the rack, but a shop helper was actually free to search for it at the back! That never happens on a Sunday! I didn’t have to go hunting for a top in my size that I found on the floor in some corner of the shop. There weren’t any people I wanted to hurl off the escalator because they were out sight seeing THE MALL!
On Sunday, all I did was buy two jeans from the same shop and on a Monday… picked up two jeans after alterations, bought six shirts/tops from 3 different shops and even window shopped for cuff links!! All of this in half the time I took to buy two jeans on Sunday!
Last but not the least, sure cure for the Monday Blues!!!