I am not a great shopper.
My husband Bud would disagree. But that’s because he is a man and has little concept of what a real shopper is like. He can walk in Wal-Mart, go directly to his favorite jar of peanut butter, pick it up, walk directly to the checkout and be done.
It’s almost Old Testament in its intensity: “Thou shalt go directly to the Jif. Thou shalt not look to the left, nor to the right, lest thou be tempted.”
I enjoy looking – and buying when something calls to me. But the looking – that’s key.