My hero Jacob in Touch of a Rogue has a psychic gift. When he touches metal, he sees visions and gleans information about both the object and its former owners. The ability comes in handy when he decides to help Lady Cambourne find a lost Druid dagger and protect her from the others who are also looking for the magical blade. However, Jacob’s ability is a double edged proposition because he has to pay for the privilege of using it with blinding headaches.
I think that’s fair. If someone has use of a special power, the scales have to balance.
Even so, I wish I had a special gift right now–the gift of shopping.
It has ever been so. My mother is an accomplished shopper. My sisters are rabid bargain hounds. They live to spend the day at the mall, not with any particular item to purchase in mind, but simply wandering in search of something that needs to come home with them. I however, would rather be strapped to a chair, have my eyes taped open and be forced to watch a ‘Dumb and Dumber’ marathon.
I don’t know why the shopping gene skipped a generation in my case. Even without the natural proclivity, I had ample opportunity to acquire the behavior as I was growing up. However, shopping never took with me. I need a list–a target of goods I intend to acquire. Then with ninja-like stealth, I slip into the store I judge most likely to carry them, zero in on the items, extract them, try them on if I simply must, then whip out the credit card and make my get away in as little time as possible.
I can’t bring myself to enjoy the process. It simply must be endured.
Normally it doesn’t bother me that I’m shopping-impaired. Since I work at home, I’m not overly burdened with the need to be fashionable. However, I’m heading to Chicago to attend the Romantic Times Convention next week and I need something to wear besides yoga pants and t-shirts. After checking the closet, I realize I have a choice. Either I plan to streak through the hotel next week, or I must go shopping.
So after I hit the page count today, I’ll don the ninja gear and make a raid on the mall. Wish me luck!
How about you? Do you love to shop? If so, please share why. I’d love to change my mind about this. Or are you like me, really not into the whole retail thing? How do you make it more bearable?