My mom and I just got home from one of our favorite holiday activities. On Christmas Eve afternoon we like to go to the mall, get Starbucks, and sit outside Victoria's Secret. There is a constant parade of panicked men shopping for their special women. Most men aren't too comfortable in that type of place anyway, and to go in knowing they have to buy something in there today is a ton of pressure.
One young, good looking guy was in there with another guy (friend, brother, cousin?) looking at the flannel pajama sets. He looked at the giant display, picked up a traditional red plaid set, and gave his buddy a helpless look. I cringed. #1 Those pajama sets will be half price the day after Christmas. #2 It is over 70 degrees in Arizona. People are wearing shorts and they're not crazy. #3 Giving your lady flannel pajamas is pretty much saying, "I don't want to see you in the other Victoria's Secret stuff." (so if he was shopping for his mom the flannel pajamas would have been appropriate) Maybe I should have said something. Oh well. Hope he got a gift receipt.
So men, thanks again for another year of procrastinated shopping. You bring joy and laughter to my Christmas Eve.
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