shopping with their women/ladies.
We just returned from Orlando/WDW and everytime we visit, I stop at the Ann Taylor Outlet on I-Drive for a little shopping.
This time it was no exception, there was a good sale going and the store was very busy. I don't usually "people watch", but when I see men shopping with their ladies, I just have to chuckle.
I saw SEVERAL men throughout the store waiting; some sitting, others standing, and only 1 man following his lady while holding the garments for her (they probably haven't been married or dating for too long).
There was one guy sitting by the front door on the floor, he was in a foul mood.
Two guys were leaning against the wall by the front door, I think they knew each other and were chatting.
There was another guy near the fitting room entrance playing with his Palm Pilot, smart man to bring a gadget to occupy his time.
There was also a young guy sitting near the fitting room, he looked like he was in physical pain or about to slip into a coma.
Where was my husband, you might ask? We have a little system worked out between us, I drop him and the kids off at Books A Million and then I go to A.T.
It works out really well!
When I picked up DH and the kids, I told him about the men waiting in the store and how funny they looked. DH then said, "That would be like the equivalent of you (me) going to Best Buy".

We just returned from Orlando/WDW and everytime we visit, I stop at the Ann Taylor Outlet on I-Drive for a little shopping.
This time it was no exception, there was a good sale going and the store was very busy. I don't usually "people watch", but when I see men shopping with their ladies, I just have to chuckle.
I saw SEVERAL men throughout the store waiting; some sitting, others standing, and only 1 man following his lady while holding the garments for her (they probably haven't been married or dating for too long).
There was one guy sitting by the front door on the floor, he was in a foul mood.
Two guys were leaning against the wall by the front door, I think they knew each other and were chatting.
There was another guy near the fitting room entrance playing with his Palm Pilot, smart man to bring a gadget to occupy his time.
There was also a young guy sitting near the fitting room, he looked like he was in physical pain or about to slip into a coma.
Where was my husband, you might ask? We have a little system worked out between us, I drop him and the kids off at Books A Million and then I go to A.T.
It works out really well!
When I picked up DH and the kids, I told him about the men waiting in the store and how funny they looked. DH then said, "That would be like the equivalent of you (me) going to Best Buy".


, can't just buy the stuff, take it home and try it on for him and then return it if it doesn't make the cut. Gah. Sorry, you touched on a raw nerve for me, that is one of my pet peeves.