I was talking to a coworker today about the dreaded topic of shopping. She was elaborating to me that she had to take her son shopping for clothes for some event he had and the pushback he was giving on trying on stuff. I remember hating to go shopping with my mom as a kid and having to try on all these damn clothes just because and it took forever and a day.
Now shopping with my dad was awesome. I hold something up and he’d ask, “You like?” And I would give the old man a nod of approval and he would reply, “Good get it and get one in large for me.” That would conclude our shopping trip in under 10 minutes including the checkout process and at some point in the future when we went shopping again, you might have laid eyes on my dad and I strolling the mall wearing matching Fila track suits.
Satisficers versus maximizers. LOOK ITTE UPPE!
awesome. However my dad was the guy that would take hours selecting the right piece of lumber for a building project. He took a more utilitarian view to clothes.