My Dangerous Store

January 7, 2010

We all have a "dangerous" store.  For men, it's usually a hardware supply store or Costco.  For my mother-in-law it's Macy's and Nordstrom's.  For me, it's Farm Supply.

Yes, it's Farm Supply.  I can't go in there without instantly being drawn to the new display of ropes and cinches.  I can't pass by the saddles without taking a deep whiff of the leather or feeling the tooling.  And I can't walk into the gardening department without picking up at least two packets of seeds.

And don't get me started on the clothing area!  At my local store they've at least had the decency to put it in a separate room in an area I don't have to go in to.  But I can see it from the register counter, beckoning me with the latest cowboy boots; calling me with the most recent sparkly button-down shirt; taunting me with the newest blingy belt.

I've been into that section of the store before.  It's danger with a cherry on top!  I wasn't able to leave without purchasing at least two items--but they were from the sales rack.  Honest!

Oh well.  So I wasn't able to escape with just the chicken fee and worming drench I went in for.  But I resolve to be stronger next time.  Maybe I'll drop a note in the suggestion box to put up a privacy curtain over the door to the clothing area...