I can’t help but feel sorry for men who shop with the women in their lives. Especially, when shopping involves trying on numerous outfits.
Everyday at work I see the same scenario play out: A guy gets dragged into his significant others favorite clothing store without knowing what exactly he has gotten himself into. He may think he’s out for a casual day of shopping with the lady, but he’s terribly mistaken.
Not only will his lady friend ask him for his opinion on EVERYTHING she tries on, she will make him sit in the fitting room area, that’s adorned with feminine decorations, while waiting for her to finish. We have an area in my store that’s dubbed the men’s waiting area, complete with comfy chairs, pretty pillows and the latest women’s magazines; how cute.
I can’t even imagine how those guys feel when they shop with their women. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.