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11/27/2005: "Shopping"

Is it any wonder I hate shopping? The amazing thing is that everyone doesn't. I went to Kohl's -- which I actually like as a place to get clothes -- to get 3 specific things, in this order: 1) an overcoat of some kind, something that I could wear over a suit; 2) dress shoes, to replace my uncomfortable, worn out 20 year old model; and, 3) everyday shoes. I knew what I wanted, it wasn't crowded, and I still couldn't pop in, get my stuff, and go. It wasn't just not finding what I wanted. There are hardly, like, any size 8 shoes. And that's apparently the smallest shoes run, which is actually a little on the large side for me. Anyway, after 45 minutes I gave up and left only with #3. For crying out loud. And #1 is the one I really wanted to get before Saturday. You know, when I try to wear a suit in December weather.

And speaking of buying things, I think I'm going to start buying decongestants whenever I get the chance. It's been a year since they hid the ones with pseudoephedrine behind the counter -- you know, the ones that work -- and lately the employees won't even go back there and get them for me if the pharmacy's closed. Plus I noticed they stopped coming in 96 count boxes. The biggest box is 48 now, and they charge as much as they used to for 96. I suspect it's just a matter of time before they're outlawed completely, like they did with ephedra-based diet pills. Those were probably the only diet pills that actually worked. Just like pseudoephedrine decongestants are the only ones that work. So, let the hoarding begin. They'll probably only allow me to buy a couple boxes at a time -- to make it difficult for me to get a meth lab up and running -- so I'll have to make lots of stops. I'd have to make extra stops anyway, since the pharmacy's always closed when I go to the grocery. I hope I can get enough to last me the rest of my life before they're only available on the black market.