I won’t pretend to understand you and your love of waking up at oh-dark-thirty to hit the malls with thousands of your closest friends. I don’t like shopping and I don’t like crowds. Your Black Friday adrenaline rush would mean an anxiety attack for me. But in spite of being baffled by you, I adore you.
Thanks to you my Friday was Introvertastic.
- The gym was a ghost town. Other than being slightly annoyed by the man who didn’t clean the weight machines after using them, I had a nice, long, quiet workout, with no waiting for machines.
- After working out I breezed into my favorite juice bar for a post-workout glass of deliciousness. I had the pick of the parking spaces and all of the staff were there just for me. Quinton made me feel like I was at Cheers because he had time to chat, as did I.
- My bi-annual “take my mom to the cemetery to decorate her parents’ and my dad’s graves” expedition was free of traffic; there’s no mall nearby.
- My weekly grocery store run was free of crowds. You could have heard a pin drop.
And so, you wild and crazy shoppers, thank you. Thank you for giving me the gift of peace, serenity, and quiet.
I’ll never understand you, and that’s o.k.