Christmas is a comin’ boys so you have to get out there and get that shopping done.
I realize, if you’re like most of us, someone else at home does the majority of the Christmas shopping. i.e. The Wife.
But then, who’s gonna’ buy for her?
Ah, you are!
Women and men shop differently.
Women have a list, on paper.
Men, a list in their head. After all, one item isn’t that hard to remember now is it?
Women, have a budget.
Men, a credit card.
Women have a plan.
Men, they plan to go buy one gift, bring it home, have the kids wrap it, and moan about how crowded the convenience store was.
Women go to several stores, push everthing in the proper size back and rip through each item of clothing assessing it for quality, color, style, possibilty of use, and just how long it will be before it goes out of style.
Men, shop at eye level. If it’s not in front of them, it’s not a target.
And that’s what things are for men, targets.
We stalk the shirt, we hunt the shirt, we shoot the shirt, we take the shirt home.
Once we’re at home, we gut the shirt, we hang it up to drain (remove the paper, pins, cardboard in the collar and get the wrinkles out, cause Lord knows we ain’t gonna iron it) and then we wear our trophy to work or to play or to church the next day.
Or, we place it triumphantly under the tree…which we did not decorate!
It’s Christmas time, Cammo anyone?