In my daily housewifery business, there comes a time when I will need to frequent a large shopping centre. And last week on one of my now ‘uni-free’ days I needed to visit one of those said shopping centres. Much to Daniel’s horror, part-time housewifery now comes with free time! And with free time comes SHOPPING! Let’s be frank, I am currently reorganising our place and I needed (stress needed) to visit the shops for some organisational help. I have previously spoken of my love for Hot Dollar, soaked in its mayhem, its everything I’m not. However, another love is also Howard’s Storage World, a Mecca of organisation for the organised. Last week, I had two salespeople following me around the store as I handed them this-and-that new gadget which will ‘transform my life’! Phew – just what I was looking for in a battery storage box, total life revolution! So back to the conspiracy of the shopping centre. Not only does it entice me to over-purchase items which will create a serenity in my life, it forces me into sticky dilemmas. I am walking through the car park - usually over run with fumes - however on that day it was only me and the pensioners. Who else goes to a shopping centre at 9.15am? So I am walking through the car park and a waft of buttery, hot, salty popcorn wafts my way. I soon find that I am entranced and have been unknowingly walking closer to the origin of the popcorn smell, the cinemas. My nostrils are in overdrive, I want some of that popcorn, NOW!
And so my dilemma starts. Is it poor-form to purchase popcorn outside of the
movie arena? I admit, I would have stood out like a sore (but buttery and salty) thumb at the shopping centre if I had purchased the popcorn and window shopped with it in hand. I couldn’t even hide behind the facade that I had just come out of a movie and had some leftover popcorn (as if that ever happens!) as it was too early in the morning. So what do I do? Well, I didn’t buy the popcorn, somewhat because I was a little embarrassed to do so, but mostly because buying popcorn (or anything else) at the movies usually comes with a second mortgage!
movie arena? I admit, I would have stood out like a sore (but buttery and salty) thumb at the shopping centre if I had purchased the popcorn and window shopped with it in hand. I couldn’t even hide behind the facade that I had just come out of a movie and had some leftover popcorn (as if that ever happens!) as it was too early in the morning. So what do I do? Well, I didn’t buy the popcorn, somewhat because I was a little embarrassed to do so, but mostly because buying popcorn (or anything else) at the movies usually comes with a second mortgage! 
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