There are 2 kinds of shoppers in the world.

Those who love to shop and those that don’t.

I fall pretty firmly in the latter category. When I have to go to the store, I know what I want, where I’m going to get it, and I plan to be in and out in a record amount of time, provided the check out lines cooperate.

I’m not rude to anyone, nor do I squabble to get a product. My mother raised me better. No, I say please and thank you, and am courteous to the cashier (because I worked retail for far too many Christmas seasons).

But I prefer minimal interactions because, in this season of goodwill toward men, I find there are far too many I’d like to push face first in stable droppings.

And then there is the other kind.

Those who love to shop. It’s crazy really. They like people. They talk to people about things other than asking them to politely step aside so you can reach what you came for. My sister had a woman stalk her for 3 aisles in a conversation about salt.

For them, shopping is a journey and not a necessary evil.

And while encountering one of the latter is a bit shock-inducing for those like me, they do make the season brighter.

Whichever type you are, enjoy the season.

Until next time