Do you want to know what I enjoy more than clothes shopping for myself?
… That is to say, more than hauling my carcass to some monolithic mecca of commercialism smack in the center of an asphalt plane crowded with cars? More than wandering through crowds of gabby, smelly shoppers and their sticky progeny meandering four abreast at a rate one might compare to plate tectonics? More than perusing aisles crammed with textiles which, regardless of how they look on a mannequin, will transform me into something lumpy and wan in the warped dressing room mirror under fluorescent lighting not fit for a morgue?
Want to know what I enjoy than that?
I enjoy taking my younger son shopping for clothing. That, my friends is a real treat. (more…)