We all know, girls like shopping. It’s like a social event, going with your best girlfriend, trying about 100 items, going into 50 shops before you actually buy something and afterwards unpack everything and show it to your best girlfriend again.
Well, that’s NOT me.
When I need something, I know what I want and and I know where to get it. Go there, try 3 things, buy 2. Done. That’s my usual shopping ritual. And I do it alone.
Things are a little different when it comes to shop for the outdoors. I’m turning into this crazy monster that doesn’t look left nor right, doesn’t hear anything, just sees the bright colours of the outdoor section of Decathlon. (For the ones who haven’t had the pleasure yet to come across Decathlon: it’s a mekka for sports and outdoor cloths/shoes/equipment for over 70 different sports, originally from France but spread over the continent and made it over the channel as well.) As I hike, cycle, swim and run, it’s the ideal place for me. I hate going into 50 different stores; I wanna have everything in one place. And still, I probably walk a half marathon in this store because a) it’s so big and b) because my shopping list is so long. I can find my long-needed long-sleeve hiking shirts next to my future camping stove, my replacement tubes for my bike, my new goggles and yoga pants (that I’m gonna wear while working out; NOT in my leisure time on the street … neither the yoga pants nor the goggles ;-)).
This addiction is going on for at least the last 5 years since I first set foot in this store. It’s so bad that Decathlon is sending me vouchers on a regular basis because I collected so many bonus points. Thank you, Decathlon, for feeding my non-existing needs.