So we’ll have a good lunch and then afterwards we can go to the outlets.
No, I said I can’t do that. I’m not working, so the idea of going to the outlets struck fear and sadness in my soul. Oh how I’ve missed them; how I’ve missed shopping.
“Don’t be silly,” she said, “we’ll just go to walk around and look.”
Ha ha ha, I responded, after all, it was a funny idea. But I soon realized she was serious. I responded incredulously.
I can’t go to the outlets and not buy something!
She tried to reassure me, telling me of course I could, as long as I don’t bring any money it’ll be fine. I tried to explain to her that it might work well for her, but it’s not something that would go over well with me and not something I was comfortable doing. She didn’t understand. She wouldn’t understand.
I’m not you, I responded. Asking me to go to the outlets and not spend money is asking a coke head during allergy season to go to a cop spot and not inhale. Are you insane?
Seriously, it’s not going to happen. Lunch will be nice, though.