I got a call last week from someone who needed to talk about the fact that he’s been just a little unlucky in love during his 50 years on Earth.
He met a woman at a shopping center in the early ’80s, he said. “She loved to shop. She would just shop and shop.”
Then he shopped, too, for a ring. And she kept on shopping.
“She just shopped me out of house and home,” he said. “I could barely make the bills.”
They eventually divorced, not as much because of the shopping, he said, as the man with whom his wife ran off.