I hate shopping. Absolutely hate it. While I enjoy the results that come from shopping, I don't get the thrill that other people I know feel. I'm in, find stuff that looks like me, out. Simple. Sometimes I buy things that look and aren't necessarily my size. I am notorious for buying clothes that are bigger than me, so I know that they will fit.
But sometimes I go to the mall....and everytime I do it's not for the clothes, not for the wider selection, not for the people, no....I go for Auntie Anne's Cinnamon Sugar Pretzel.
Bribed since childhood, I have come to feel a hankering for a pretzel as soon as I set foot in a mall. Then it becomes a waiting game, how many stores, how much time can I wait before I sink my teeth into one. Yum....
In case you are wondering about great bribery ideas...go for the pretzel. it works.
But sometimes I go to the mall....and everytime I do it's not for the clothes, not for the wider selection, not for the people, no....I go for Auntie Anne's Cinnamon Sugar Pretzel.
Bribed since childhood, I have come to feel a hankering for a pretzel as soon as I set foot in a mall. Then it becomes a waiting game, how many stores, how much time can I wait before I sink my teeth into one. Yum....
In case you are wondering about great bribery ideas...go for the pretzel. it works.
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