Shopalotology--the science of shopping.
Buy one pair of sneakers, one birthday present and some groceries. That's ALL I had to do today. I managed to do it all and now it will take me all of Sunday to recuperate from the whole ordeal. I know what you're all thinking..."She's bitching about shopping??? How can she possibly complain about shopping?? And she's female!" Well if ONLY it were that simple.
Shopping in Athens is not done inside an air conditioned mall with 500 stores under one roof, with escalators and plentiful parking. Oh no. If you plan to buy 3 entirely unrelated things (in my case...shoes, appliance, groceries) you need to have a plan. A good one.The PlanDriving or walking?
This is a big decision. If you pick driving, then you can go to the big stores like Carrefour (Walmart wannabe) and possibly accomplish all 3 things at once in the same place. If you pick walking, you have more chances at finding a wider brand selection and this is something just as important when it involves footwear for an 11 year old boy who believes his mother is hell bent on destroying his budding social life by buying him sensible shoes.Where?
Once you've settled on how you're going to do you your shopping, you have to figure out where you're going to do it. At the hyperstores where prices are cheaper or neighbourhood shopping where prices are usually higher and there's no air conditioning as you walk along broken sidewalks in searing heat. I chose a combination of the two...I drove to a street in Nea Smyrni which is home to all the athletic name brand outlet stores and then I parked at one end and walked both sides of the street till we found the Old Skool sneakers my son wanted from Nike. Of course, it HAD to be the VERY last shop. Then I drove 3 districts away to get the groceries which had on-premise parking.
To get the microwave birthday present was the easiest part...it was on the way to the footwear street but because of the size of it, that was determining factor in my decision to take the car.
So after my careful planning last night, the price I paid was 5 1/2 hours of my time, 2 blisters, one aching ankle, 1/4 of a tank of gas, 300€ and a massive headache. Without the planning, I'm sure I would have been hospitalized for nervous exhaustion, my son would have called the Fashion Police on me for child neglect and I would have only got half of what I needed to do done.The Solution
I need to become a celebrity. That's the ticket. Pay someone else to do my shopping, while other people take pictures of me and praise the results. But then, what would I blog about? The trials and tribulations of Fashion Week in Paris and my $20 million per movie paycheques? I can live with that.