The Shopping Experience

Yesterday... Something dreadful occurred. I went... on a shopping trip...

Yes, I am a teenager. And I am a girl. But no, I do not enjoy shopping.

At least this shopping trip wasn't as bad as clothes shopping. Instead, my mom and I were shopping for a frame for a cross stitch, a wedding present, cards, and the tiniest bit of food we forgot to buy last time.

However, it lasted for about three hours. And. My. Feet. Hurt.

Okay, okay, you may be thinking, "Wimp," but I assure you I've endured worse. I've spent an entire day in the summer swiftly marching through downtown (in a city that maybe I shouldn't name even though it's not where I live) on a scavenger hunt. With a couple of rests here and there and a ton of water, I survived. I've also stood through three hours of a funeral service before nearly blacking out.

But this. Was a shopping trip. Even if it was with my mother, it was shopping. Nothing could change that fact. And instead of wearing my comfortable shoes, like an idiot I put my church shoes back on. Mom later told me I could've worn the comfortable shoes, because she only cared that my shoes matched my outfit at church - afterwards I could wear whatever I wanted.

So shoes, combined with a lack of enthusiasm for the task, combined with it lasting longer than I expected, made sure I felt pretty tired by the time we got back. I simply curled up on the loveseat and set to work on a cross stitch my mom had started two years ago but never finished and so asked for my help. And I worked on that until I think I maybe started to go slightly cross-eyed. o_O At any rate, I started making some mistakes and took that as a signal to stop.

But all in all, yesterday was a good day. =D