I like online shopping.
No line ups, no changing rooms. No-helium voices from outside the dressing room, knocking eighteen times to ask, “Are you doing okay in there?”
Next time a retail associate does that, I’m answering in a male voice.
Of course, not everything can be ordered online. There’s grocery shopping. However, when I’m running late, too engrossed in work, or just not feeling peopley – the Interlake (Arborg) Coop delivers. Just groceries though. They tend to frown on the, “a four litre of milk, Nabob decaf, oh, and can you also stop by the post office and pick up my mail,” request.
But imagine my horror last week when I forgot to order an item. I double checked Coop’s pick list. Three times.
Toilet paper. I forgot to mention toilet paper.
Tammy W. Karatchuk 