Men Don't Shop - Musings of an American Male
Jerry De Munda
Language: English
Pages: 26
ISBN: 1:00034225
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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the experience. Men just find it, club it, kill it, eat it, and fall asleep. So it’s no wonder that in today’s world shops and shopping areas are designed for women. A man’s shopping mall would contain three stores, one called “Tools” one called “Big Toys” and one called “Stuff”. I don’t remember shopping much as a kid. The only thing I remember is being hauled to a department store and having my feet x-rayed for shoes. I must have been drug along shopping often because, unless it’s genetic, I
crafts classes; jewelry making, quilting, knitting, photography, painting and so on. But they also had blacksmithing, chair caning, green wood chair making, rock wall building, wood carving and wood turning. I suspected lanyard making was part of the jewelry class so I opted for wood turning. When we arrived we discovered that the school consisted of a number of barracks like dormitories surrounding a large dining hall with a number of other midsized buildings. They were in better shape than
Front right carries my car keys coins and spill over tools from the left front. The fifth pocket is on my shirt; left side carrying a pen and/or pencil and any reminder notes I feel I need. To that collection has recently been added a cell phone. It started out, in real man fashion, slung like a gun on my belt but now resides in either my shirt pocket or my right front pocket. Thus equipped, I’m ready for 99% of what life will throw at me. It’s a simple hands-free system. True, it does
the members started pulling objects that I mentioned out of her purse while I talked; very distracting. Another demonstrated the purse in a purse concept, although she called her inner purse a wallet, even though it was the size of a jumbo loaf of bread. After I finished, there were demonstrations of purse organization and carrying methods, including a version of the male’s hands-free technique. Finally, it was agreed that under pain of death, a man should never delve into a woman’s purse.
conversation in our house). But he did kind-of look like he knew what he was doing. So that was OK. Besides, asking too many questions of Mom often proved painful; and Dad, when he was around, always gave me an explanation that made everyone laugh. I did eventually figure it out. Milk came from cows, milkmen lived with cows, some moms liked milkmen, and bad kids came from moms who liked milk. One thing I had a hard time figuring out was how not to spill my milk. Spilling milk was a crime that