This is how I would define the
word shopping–someone’s joy but somebody’s agony. While other find pleasure
buying this and that, walking from here to there just to gratify themselves
from collecting stuff not free, I agonize and detest this kind of activity. I
don’t know, but I am not just a fan of this necessary errand. P-E-T-P-E-E-V-E to
cut to the chase or the way I would spell it. It took me the whole SM to find
the pants I needed for my interview on Monday. Not to mention the hard times
looking for an exact size and a cut that would fit me. Laugh out loud, but only
stores in Cambodia sell my size. Oh, let me invent another crazy thought to describe
the word in particular–it is shopgony (from
two combined lexicon: shop and agony).
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