“Surely that’s enough time,” I replied. “Why on earth would you want to spend more time at the plaza?”
I hate shopping. The only thing I hate more is waiting around while others do their shopping.
I prefer the no nonsense in-and-out solo approach to retail outings: Know what you want. Buy it. Leave.
Thank goodness for online shopping - it conveniently allows me to eliminate unnecessary excursions and interactions with sales people.
I therefore only venture into a shopping precinct to get groceries, a haircut, shoes, clothes and the occasional piece of furniture.
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“Shall we go for another stroll down the mall?”
“Yes, why not – it’ll fill in at least another 15 minutes!” I replied.
“That’ll leave us with just two more hours to kill.”
I shuffled reluctantly along Brisbane’s Queen St Mall for the third time with Kathy, a fellow group coordinator who shared my anti-shopping passion.
“Here’s a shop we haven’t looked at yet,” she said, expressing mock interest in the window display.
“Nah, I’ll just wait for you on that bench over there,” I said, sitting down to watch the London Olympics on the outdoor screen.
In hindsight, I should’ve brought a book to read. I still don’t understand why that didn’t occur to me; I’d known for weeks that we had a three-hour shopping expedition planned on that day’s itinerary.
“You know,” said Kathy, “we probably could’ve gone to see a movie!”
Instead, we wandered endlessly around the shopping mall after our leisurely lunch and coffee break, having waved goodbye to our 28 Japanese students who enthusiastically ran off to spend their tourist dollars. It was one of two full day excursions out of the classroom.
“I think it’s time for an ice cream,” I suggested, as the clock tower rang out the hour.
“Oh good, just 45 minutes to go!” said Kathy.
Not that we were counting.
“I hope they’re all back on time. I don’t want to be stuck in the afternoon peak hour traffic.”
“With any luck, they’ll all sleep on the bus heading home,” she said.
“And so will I!” It’s utterly exhausting spending three hours not shopping.
“You realise we’ve got another shopping spree next week,” said Kathy.
“Please - don’t remind me.”
“We’ll have to plan the next one more constructively.”
They erupted into cheers of joy as they realised they had FOUR hours of shopping frenzy ahead of them.
“You’d think they’ve never been shopping before!”
“If it was up to me, I’d give them an hour so we can all go home early.”
“Right,” I said after the students ran into the shopping centre. “First, we’ll get lunch. Then, we’ll relocate to that coffee shop over there – they make the best coffees. After that, we can go to Kmart, print those photos and buy some frames. Then...”
We were more organised this time and had, in fact, a shopping list of our own - but that didn’t diminish our mutual dislike of retail therapy. At that time of the afternoon, I prefer some siesta therapy.
“Hey, that gelato looks delicious,” I said a few hours later. “C’mon we deserve another one.”
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