For those of you that have missed it; I am a man. I’d like to think I’m a “real man” even though I’m fully aware that there are areas I need to improve on. Shopping, however, is not one of them.
When it comes to shopping, I shop like a man, though I think when it comes to shopping clothes I don’t shop like most men since I actually enjoy to shop for clothes.
Yesterday I head out to the Kamppi mall in search of a shirt. I already knew what I wanted; a black shirt. I went inside the mall and looked around for a good store; and the very first store I saw was my favorite chain of men’s ware; Dressmann.
Inside the store, the very first thing I saw was a package of a black shirt and a really beautiful silk tie. I couldn’t find the right size, so I asked one of the sales ladies if there were any bigger sizes of that same kind of package. She said no, so I asked to try on another shirt, and she went and got me one. I tried it on, it fit perfectly, and when I got out of the dressing room she informed me that they did have one of those packages I was looking for in the stockroom. Excellent, I thought, so I paid €19.90 for my stuff and went back home.
The whole thing, including the bus ride to and from the city centre took me a little less than a full hour.
Now, had I been accompanied by a woman I would have had to go to a dozen different shops, I would have been nagged on to get a bunch of stupid clothes I wouldn’t have wanted anyway, and to top it all off I would have been broke and upset.