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Carol Perkins: Shopping with husbands

Previously by Carol: Carol Perkins: The forgotten joys of the Sears catalog

By Carol Perkins

Shopping is not something Guy and I do together very often. This last weekend we were in the Cool Springs area (Franklin, Tennessee) and he said he needed a pair of dress casual pants and a new shirt for a trade show coming up this month, so we went to the mall.

His normal shopping place didn't have anything that appealed to him (probably because this is the only place he shops and he already has one of every shirt in the narrow selection they offer), so I suggested we go elsewhere.


I hobbled off with my bad knee and as we reached half way through the store, we discovered it has its own men's store on the other side of the mall. I waited at the main door for Guy to pick me up.

A mile on the other side and up the escalator was the men's department, and with each step, my knee pain soared up my back. Surrounded by a huge selection of beautiful shirts and nice pants, Guy stood and looked around.

"Why don't you ask someone for what you want," I suggested, but I was the one who finally did the asking. Being used to shopping in one small store, this one agitated him. A young man pointed to the dress casual pants, which were at the farthest point of the store. By then, I broke out in a pain of sweat.

Relieved at spotting a chair near the dressing room, I said, "You look and I'll wait here."

I hadn't been in the chair long enough to warm the seat when he came around the corner, "I'm ready to leave. I don't see anything." In that huge men's department, I assured him he could find something.

"I'm sitting right here," I said. "I didn't walk three miles for you to say you don't see anything when all around you are stacks of nice clothes. At least go look." Pain sometimes makes a person a little testy! He stalked off like a scolded child, but I knew I would not win this one.

In less than two minutes, he was back. "I'm leaving. I don't see anything I like, so you come when you want to."

I followed him, whining all the way."You mean you couldn't find anything in all this?" I started picking up shirts. He wants nothing with a logo or anything "too loud." What he does want is basic beige.

If I want him "out of the box" I don't take him shopping; I buy it, lay it on the bed, and then he'll say, "That looks pretty good." It took years to get him to wear a red sweater at Christmas!


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