You go out for lunch or perhaps a movie; and spot some random store on the way, or perhaps one that was not even in the way of your destination. You realise there is still some time before you are due to meet your friends. So you slip into the random store and look around. Most of the things do not interest you. Having scanned the place in about 35 seconds, you decide to leave. Just then, with no prior indication whatsoever of its mischievous intentions, it leaps on you. You don’t know where it came from, and more importantly why. It just felt like, so it did. Now all you can do is comply. A huge round of applause for that impulse to shop!
You spot a pair of cute lavender coloured socks. What's the harm in checking them out, right? Turn them over twice and they appear cuter. That's what you've always wanted! Sold. You turn and you are eye to eye with a beautiful handbag. How on earth did your initial scan miss that? So glad you stayed for a second look. You pick that bag and examine it. You look around for an alternative, for want of choice. Lo and behold, there are four! The storekeeper is summoned. She is the makeshift hook bar now, with three bags on display. One on self. Comparing and contrasting the choices in the mirror. You tell yourself to pick one. You like three. We agree on two.
Out of the random store in a matter of 12 minutes. Perfectly in time for the date, with the shopping neatly stashed away. It's a secret best kept to you. For it's euphoric only for you. Drat that impulse I say!
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You spot a pair of cute lavender coloured socks. What's the harm in checking them out, right? Turn them over twice and they appear cuter. That's what you've always wanted! Sold. You turn and you are eye to eye with a beautiful handbag. How on earth did your initial scan miss that? So glad you stayed for a second look. You pick that bag and examine it. You look around for an alternative, for want of choice. Lo and behold, there are four! The storekeeper is summoned. She is the makeshift hook bar now, with three bags on display. One on self. Comparing and contrasting the choices in the mirror. You tell yourself to pick one. You like three. We agree on two.
Out of the random store in a matter of 12 minutes. Perfectly in time for the date, with the shopping neatly stashed away. It's a secret best kept to you. For it's euphoric only for you. Drat that impulse I say!
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