men are from mars.

without a doubt.
So, Jon had forgotten his workout shoes at home this past weekend. He decided that he just would rather get new shoes, because the other ones were shot anyway. Ok, I told him - but we didn't have time to go until about 8:45pm, since we decided that we would go to the Mall of America, we were cutting it pretty close, since they closed at 9:30pm. I had faith in Jonboy, because he'd been 'researching' online for a month or two and already had a good idea of what he wanted. We proceeded to get there at 9pm. Once we were greeted by an overactive sales associate/manager, I took my seat on the nice, comfy 'locker room' bench. After about 15 mins., he narrowed it down to 2 pairs - one the was ideal for lifting and another that was more versatile - didn't have the structure of a lifting shoe, but could be better used for running and agility (it's interesting that myself, along with thousands of other women, base decisions mostly on looks and brand - function of the shoe? ...eh, not so much). Comfort was the key term of the night, looks were a close second, brand wasn't so relevant. Anyways, time was ticking. . .after I shared my opinion and he agreed (most men will not buy anything that a woman doesn't first approve of) - of course, I didn't point that out to him, but it makes me smile most of the time. As we were about to decide, another sales associate almost secretively hands Jon a receipt that gives you $20 off a purchase of $100 or more. "Now this changes everything," Jon says. All that was going through my mind was, wowwwwwwwwwwwww, we are NEVER going to get out of here. He goes on to request his, what fifth? (i lost count) pair of shoes to try on..the $90 Pumas (apparently they were 'sick'). After brief disappointment, saying they weren't what he thought they were going to be, he decided to take the Adidas, weight lifting shoes. Since the shoes were only $80, themselves, Jon was instructed by the sales associate to add on (like music to a salesperson's ears) either buy one, get one socks or sole inserts, which would allow for better speed performance and would be more optimal for running. Jon opted for the inserts and we were good to go. It was now past closing time - around 9:45pm. When we got up to the counter to pay, the associate mentioned that Jon was 2 pennies under the $80 total and needed to buy something small to make up for the difference. Really? What the hell did the store have that was less than $5? - apparently shoelaces were popular...Jon, having no use for the shoelaces decided to get the socks and add on another $10...since they were buy one, get one, they would still be a steal. Everything was figured out, rang up and totaled. . . close, but no cigar. Insufficient Funds, read the computer screen....of course, my lovely bf didn't remember that transferred funds usually take 24 hrs. before spending could take place. . .Since they couldn't hold anything overnight, we decided we would come back tomorrow. After we stomped back to the car - me, drained by the whole experience (and men thought shopping with women was exhausting) a tiny, indecisive voice broke through the silence. . "You know, I'm not quite sure exactly which shoes I liked."