I Hate Shopping!

There is a catch all generalist over statement is ever I've made one.

You see I don't hate all shopping. I am quite happy to shop for cars or luxury jets, or to shop online, just not in a fucking shopping centre full of incompetent bimbo staff.

Today my shoes gave out on me, this in itself was a little disappointing, we have been together for a year now. But clearly they weren't the stalwart companion I imagined they were. Like so many other, they gave up the ghost.

So, with my shoes falling apart around my feet, I took to the streets and hiked my merry way down to Myer in Martin Place (as an aside, WTF happened to Martin Place! It looks like a bloody war zone these days) and braved the escalators up three dizzying levels to find the men's shoe department.

This is my first big annoyance. I want to buy shoes right, mens shoes. Is there a sign to men's shoes anywhere? NO! Instead is have to stumble my way through perfumes that nearly suffocate me, a women's lingerie section (which wasn’t that bad) and women's shoes, which were too damn small.

I finally get to the shoe section and find the ones I want and for some stupid reason they only have one shoe on display and it is in the wrong fucking size. So I am forced to interact with the over happy, witless drones that the shop considers appropriate to provide as 'help'.

The guy brought out the wrong shoes twice before he got it right. Wouldn't it just be easier to put all the boxes on racks like a library and let me pick my own. Then i would only have to deal with my own incompetence.

The idiot wouldn’t stop calling me 'sir' either. I told him I hadn’t been knighted but he just kept at it.

When I finally got to the checkout the idiot there asked me if I had a Myer One card. Don't you think that, since I am standing in MYER and wanting to by something from MYER that I would get the fucking car out myself if I had one. And No-I-Don't-Fucking-Want-To-Apply-For-One. I-Don't-Care-How-Easy-It-Is. Geez, just let me give you my money and leave.

Escape proved equally annoying. People, if you are an obese, lazy, lard ball at least stand to the left of the escalator so use better, fitter people can walk past, or, I dunno, USE THE LIFT!

Not the most enjoyable lunchtime ever, I do have nice new shoes though.

Peace.

G.

I am posting because I have nothing intereting to post about!!!