Shoe shopping with a teenage girl: we visit every shop in an enormous shopping mall. Shoe shops twice, some three times, milkshake bar once, chocolatery once, and all other clothing shops at least once.
After two and a half hours, we find a nice summer dress, which—of course—she can’t wear this autumn anymore, but it’s there for next summer.
Didn’t buy shoes because we didn’t find ones she liked. They were all ugly or otherwise wrong. Half of them were tried on anyway.
When we got home, she realized she didn’t have anything to wear with a new summer dress. So we decided to go again tomorrow and renew our whole wardrobe to get something that goes with that new summer dress. Not going to buy new shoes; she doesn’t really need them. Unless we find really cool ones with 6-inch heels that go with that summer dress—and if they don’t, we’ll buy a new dress that goes with them. And a blouse and a coat. And—well, you get the point.
Shopping with a teenage boy:At the first shop, “I’ll take that hoodie, that pullover, and those trousers. Do I have to try them on?” Yes, you have to try them on. To the counter, I’ll pay, and then out. Eight minutes.
