The only mistake I made (and it was a biggie) was to run my one and only errand before going to his several stores.
He suggested that I should just get one online. No! It would be nearly impossible to imagine my stuff stored away just by looking at pictures.
Off to the next store.
I never had really paid attention to men’s clothes, so it kind of surprised me when I noticed something that probably always has been in effect: The men’s shopping area is a mere fraction of the size of the women’s area.
I started to head off to that tiny men’s section to the right, but my fellow was convinced it was off to the left. I felt like he was wrong, but figured it would be better to kick the session off by agreeing with him, rather than being contradictory. I followed him as we circled the store, ending at that tiny men’s section at the right I had spotted upon entry.
I was pleasantly surprised when he agreed with each of my choices (even though, for a few of them, dubious eyebrow-raises on his part had to be answered in upbeat justifications on my part).
“Oh, you have to,” I replied, chipper and cheerful and heading toward the dressing rooms.
“I’ve already told you,” he said, and my mind flittered back to some grumbling along those lines a long time ago. “I don’t use dressing rooms. They’re nasty.”
I realized that he meant business, and that I had gotten away with all I was going to get away with.
As the afternoon went on, we became so efficient that he just read his book in the car while I took his list to different stores, to text him if I found anything requiring him to show up with his wallet.
I couldn’t believe he actually took me out to a fancy dinner after all that.
It didn’t seem he would want to reward me for hauling him around like that – but maybe he was rewarding himself for having gotten it over with.