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Selling my soul to Amazon

I hate crowds at the mall.  In fact, even during the non-holidays, I typically refuse to visit the mall.  The groups of people walking 5-deep down the hall, women pushing double-wide strollers and treating the stroller as a cart while the child either is carried/walked or is not even present.  Indeed.

Amazon, I love thee.

For real, there's little I love more than clicking and having boxes arrive at my doorstep a few days later.  Hello!  I live in Chicago, home of the 10.5% sales tax and I'll be honest, I don't really get why people come to Chicago to shop.  Especially when they frequent places that are available in their hometowns.  I get the high-end stores like Tiffanys & I will go to that kind of place in person.  Other stores?  Brush up those websites.

Don't get me wrong, I love to shop.  I just prefer to do it from my couch, in my pj's, possibly while eating a snack.

Until I have a stroller/child (apparently they can be separate), then I'll take on the malls.

Payback's a bitch.

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