Department store trauma disorder

Do you remember when you were little, and your mom would take you shopping with her, and you’d wind up in the depths of one of those department stores in the mall, where everything looks the same, and after you turn a corner or two you can’t remember which way it is back out into the mall and which way it is to the car, and that generic retail smell envelops you, and you’re exhausted from your mom looking at and trying on this and that, and there’s never any place to sit, and you get in trouble or stuck with discarded straight pins or both for sitting on the floor, and eventually you’d sell your goddam soul for even a small Orange Julius, partially because to get it, you’d have to leave this godforsaken place?

Shit, you know, as an adult, I don’t even like Kohl’s.

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4 thoughts on “Department store trauma disorder”

  1. Yah, I vividly remember having a nightmare at like 8 or 9 about being stuck in a clothing store waiting on my mother. Is it by-design for those clothing racks to be just open enough for a child to hide in over and over and ovar again? And how do thos stores manage to artificially amp up the Sibling Irritation Factor so quickly? Thunderdome every time.

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  2. Men, especially straight men, just aren’t born with the appropriate “shopping appreciation” gene. They’re born with the “drink beer and scratch” gene.

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  3. I still dont like to shop. As a young child, I remember having a really bad ear ache, Mama was shopping in Britts and the announcer dinger alarm thing kept going off, really hurting my head. Maybe thats why I still want to hind in the clothes racks…

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