Went shopping with friend who wants to rebuild my wardrobe. Bought nothing but she bought some cheap earrings, only to leave the bag of them on the bus. I followed the bus in the car and she ran to get her earrings.
Shopping is exhausting. Very lucky to have such a first world problem. But I hate shopping centres and browsing.
Wait until you have to buy bras for other people. This is a whole new dimension of not fun. Did that while my late bloke was working in Timor Leste for the army as a contractor just after the fighting stopped. The army women found that they couldn’t buy bras locally due to size and durability issues - like, a bra would last for a month or two at most and were usually far too small. And the uniform issue ones were truly horrible to wear if you were a generous size and even those were in short supply. So my bloke asked me to buy up bras at Vic market and send them up to Timor Leste. I’d get a list of sizes and had to find as many as possible to those specs. Then the fun times of arranging postage …
Went shopping with friend who wants to rebuild my wardrobe. Bought nothing but she bought some cheap earrings, only to leave the bag of them on the bus. I followed the bus in the car and she ran to get her earrings.
Shopping is exhausting. Very lucky to have such a first world problem. But I hate shopping centres and browsing.
There is a special Hell for people who think bra shopping is fun
It sounds fun, but my wife has never taken me along.
Yes, she hates bra shopping.
Those weirdos walk amongst us!
Wait… there are people who think bra shopping is fun?
Wait until you have to buy bras for other people. This is a whole new dimension of not fun. Did that while my late bloke was working in Timor Leste for the army as a contractor just after the fighting stopped. The army women found that they couldn’t buy bras locally due to size and durability issues - like, a bra would last for a month or two at most and were usually far too small. And the uniform issue ones were truly horrible to wear if you were a generous size and even those were in short supply. So my bloke asked me to buy up bras at Vic market and send them up to Timor Leste. I’d get a list of sizes and had to find as many as possible to those specs. Then the fun times of arranging postage …