Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Art of Gift Giving

There has been a common misunderstanding between men and women over the years: the idea that men are terrible at picking out gifts.  But there are some major circumstances that make it an extremely challenging task for us.

1: Men are practical gift shoppers.  When we look for a gift for anyone, especially our wives, we want to make sure it's something they need and can use.  But women seem to want things that make them feel special. And that's why we get you the "top of the line" electronic device or appliance. Because you are special. We save the generic, cut-rate electronics and appliances for those people for whom we don't really care. The large, deluxe Foreman Grill equals true love.  The $10 Sunbeam knock-off grill equals office "secret Santa."  We could have bought that diamond pendant necklace. But you don't need it...because you're so beautiful without all those unnecessary "accessories" that only only distract from your natural loveliness. (Did I mention that I'm in sales?)

2: Women always have a constant tab on their men. If I get off the sofa to get a glass of water, I automatically get the question, "Where are you going?"  My wife is always suspicious of me.  It's not that she doesn't trust me.  She just wants to know what I'm up to at all times.  It's impossible to sneak around to get anything. They know where you are and what you're doing every second of every day.  And if they don't know, they begin looking for you like they are investigating a murder at the White House.  So, gift shopping becomes a "beat the clock" situation.  Lunch breaks, emergency runs to the store for toilet paper, and on-line browsing become the only opportunities we get to actually shop for gift ideas. They wonder what we are always clicking out of...it's eBay, amazon or overstock.com.

And cell phones make it even more difficult, now. We are constantly forced to lie about where we are or the signal strength or battery life of our phone just to buy more time at the store. "Okay," we'll think to ourselves, "I told her I was twenty-five minutes from home, but I'm really only five minutes away at the store.  So, that means I only have twenty minutes to find something, pay for it and get it wrapped in the car.  If I shut my phone off and tell her my battery died, maybe I can squeeze an extra seven minutes in..." Which leads me to the next reason...
3: "Oh, honey, please don't get me anything."  Following that order is a mistake you only make once. But it's a loaded statement. If you don't buy anything, you'll hear about it.  If you do buy something, you'll hear about it.  But trust me, the latter is steeped in smiles and pleasant sighs.  But even though you know that she really wants something, she will stand by her statement and refuse to actually tell you what she wants.  So, this leaves all the burden of gift buying on the men and their ability to notice subtle hints.  Which is a incredibly daunting expectation.  We have the same capacity to figure out subtle hints as much as a woman does of figuring out why men insist on buying decorative accessories for their game console (if you must know, an X-Box doesn't look right without a custom-made college team faceplate).

Now, tie all these together to put it into full motion, and you'll see my most recent excursion into Valentine's Day gift shopping.

My wife said last month, "Let's not do anything for Valentine's Day." Immediately, I know I have to find a gift.  I, however, have learned the subtle hints.  For example, after Christmas, she said, "Please, don't buy me anything that plugs in from now on."  So, I'm thinking, "Okay...Something that needs batteries...A remote controlled model boat!"  But, last week, I saw that her curling iron was in the trash.  A curling iron plugs in...herein lies the dilemma...Suddenly, I had the brightest light bulb I'd ever had...I can't buy her anything that plugs in...but the  kids can!

So, yesterday, I picked kids up from the babysitter, and we quickly drove to the store. I shuffle them through the store as fast as we can.  I'm pulling on arms and jackets as little eyes get distracted by toys, movies, and video games, like I'm the foreman on a cattle ranch herding the latest stock into the corral.  I'm on a mission!  We circle through the cosmetic aisle and grab the replacement curling iron.  But it looks lonely.  I start grabbing lotions and bath gels.  "She likes to bathe, I'm sure."  I'm just about to haul my load of goodies (which, at this point, has had a candle and a card added to the purchase), and my almost catatonic children through the check-out.

And then I feel it:  My cell phone vibrating in my pocket.  I ignore it.  I know it's her, but I just need to get back to the car.  If I answer it now, she'll know we are in a store, and that raises questions.  If I can make it into the car, I can cover by saying I'm running late because of stoplights and traffic.  About one minute later, it vibrates again.  Now, I have to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, honey.  Where are you?"

"Ummm...(mumbling) at the store."

"Why are you at the store?  I thought you were just picking up the kids."

"I just needed to pick up a few things."

"What are you picking up?  I just went to the store."

What do I say?  If I tell her what I'm buying, it will ruin the surprise.  If I don't tell her, then I have to spend more time going back to buy something that I can use as the excuse as to why I stopped...

"Just some stuff."

"Why can't you tell me what you're buying?"

"Because...Oh!  My phone is about to die.  I'll see you when I get home."

At this point, she knows what I'm up to...So, I have the kids sign the card as soon as we get in the car.  I am driving down the highway trying shove all these items into a gift bag and tuck tissue paper in between it all.  As soon as we get home, I can see she has been practicing "the speech."  If it something that she likes, she will say, "I thought I told you not to get me anything,"  with a big smile.  If it is something that she doesn't like, she will say, "I thought I told you not to get me anything"...with no smile.  The children present her with the bag, and as she opens it, she smiles.  A pampering kit, full of washes and lotions, a relaxation candle and a brand new curling iron, is apparently a great Valentine's Day gift...

...And, of course, the kids received all the credit...

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Grocery Store Hates Me

As a man, I am genetically predisposed to always fail when I am sent to the grocery store. I'm a pretty smart guy until I stroll through the automatic sliding doors at the local supermarket. It's almost as if the "woosh" sound I hear is not actually from the doors opening, but rather all capability for rationale and reasoning being wiped clean from my brain.

It's not that I don't want to do well. Really, I do...But for some reason that God will have to explain to me when I meet Him, I always forget something. Or I buy the wrong type of something. Or I get it wrong all together.

"What's this?"

"Lettuce. A head of lettuce...You wanted lettuce, right?"

"This is cabbage..."

"Oh..."

"It even says 'cabbage' on the plastic wrapper...How am I supposed to make salad?"

"Um...Cole slaw?"

Which would have been okay, if I had bought mayonnaise instead of Miracle Whip...

My trip usually goes something like this: She gives me a list and sometimes coupons. (By the way, men HATE coupons. We know it saves money, but it hurts our pride sometimes. But using coupons is public proof that we actually convinced someone to marry us. Kind of like buying feminine hygiene products. So, we let it slide). With list in hand, I enter the store. "Woosh" My mind is erased and I am reduced to blubbering pile of husband idiocy. I look down, and now all I have is a piece of paper with gibberish written on it.

So, the next hour is spent looking for things that I think she said she liked. But because of the constant funneling of Rod Stewart and Wilson Phillips through the store's PA system, I become even dumber. Now, I am just grabbing things at random.

Microwaveable burritos
Grape soda
Cat litter (we don't even have a cat)

And as I'm checking out in line, I start my defense in my head.

"I think some old lady swapped baskets with me by mistake. That's why there is so much Preparation H and denture adhesive." (in reality, I just got lost in the pharmacy aisles)

Or maybe I should just take it all back. But at this point, the checker, the bagger, and the family behind me are all staring at me like I just escaped from a mental hospital based off my purchases.

"Why would he need latex gloves, a tub of lard and a garden hose?"

No, I can't turn back now...So, I own it...And I proudly present my discount shopper card to the checker and say, "I do believe I just saved myself $.36 on that pack of pudding!"

When I get back to my car, I realize that I have made a huge error. And I know I will have to admit to my wife that she is right: I cannot go shopping by myself.

But, isn't that the key to a successful marriage? Being able to admit your weaknesses? That's one the reasons I love my wife so much. We truly do offset each other's short comings...She makes me better every day...