Okay! I get it! Now I officially know how painful it is for men to go shopping with women. The other day I tagged along on a trip to town and ended up walking into what can only be described as a "Man Mall." As soon as the sliding doors opened I was met with a whoosh of scented air. Only this time the scent was not Chanel...it was....hmmm....I'm not really sure. I do know that it was repulsive and I found myself trying desperately not to inhale. It had a hint of rubber with a top note of gasoline. This tool warehouse had everything a handyman could ever want. And get this...it was a discount store! I guess that's where the similarity lies between men and women and the whole shopping experience: we all love a good bargain. There were aisles and aisles of compressors, ratchets, drill presses, and pliers. No matter where I turned I was met with hardware. There was not a soft item to be found. I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there. I actually did what a lot of men do when shopping with women: I sat down in one of the display chairs. It was a nice folding lawn chair that came with it's own drink holder and folding table attached. It was beneath a canvas canopy. It afforded me a nice view of the socket sets and metal ramps. So, needless to say, I learned my lesson: always, always, always go shopping alone...or else bring along your best girlfriends and frolic in the makeup and clothing departments knowing there isn't a chainsaw blade or wheelbarrow tire in sight.
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