Please Don’t Make Me Shop
Frequently, before Christmas or my birthday, people (my wife, my sisters, etc) tell me that I’m hard to buy for.
My response is always “I am not. I don’t want anybody to buy me ANYTHING.”
I don’t like people spending money on things for me because I don’t like things in general.
I don’t like being on the hook to return an item–if it’s the wrong size, a non-flattering cut, or a hideous color–because I really hate being in stores. Then if I am successful in returning the item, I’m in a position where I’m expected to actually….SHOP.
Other than a few trips for groceries per week, I go to great lengths to avoid stores. Just being in a big box store is exhausting for me. The lighting bothers me, I hate weaving through crowds, the noise if it’s busy.
I hate spending money. I hate contributing to clutter to my house.
If I shop at all, I shop at smaller, or at least, less-busy stores. If I need hardware, light fixtures or tools, I prefer the store that is within walking distance. If they don’t have what I need, I’ll grit my teeth and drive to one of the national chains, that have a larger inventory.
Every few decades, I am forced to shop for clothes. Usually, I don’t mind a few holes in my shirts, or socks, though I worry about the threadbare jeans. Because eventually somebody might shout:
“I see London, I see France, I see Scott Smith’s underpants!”
“Don’t Ruin It For Him”
Last spring, a few weeks before my birthday, my wife told me that our teenage son was pretty excited about his gift idea. I was then placed under orders to not “ruin it for him” by groaning about how much money was spent, or if it was something that I wasn’t interested in.
“Oh….kay…” I meekly replied.
It turned out it was a pretty cool gift.
Wrist watch on Man’s Arm
It was a watch. And a Timex watch at that. Not a digital, internet-connected, steps-counting watch, with a minuscule movie screen. It was an analogue watch, with big numbers and a needle-width hand that rotated around the entire watch face.
When I put it on, I happily sang the refrain from the psychedelic rock song Time Has Come Today.
In my childhood, I was fascinated by watches. Neither of my parents wore one. Though I can remember staring at the wristwatches worn by my older cousins and brothers-in-law, my neighbors, and strangers that I’d see in the grocery store.
A wristwatch become one of the items on my “When I Grow Up, I’m Gonna….” list.
TV commercials from my early youth, featuring John Cameron Swayze trying to torture a Timex watch, helped to cultivate a brand loyalty in me (though I couldn’t name any other brands):
Timex Watch Commercial Featuring John Cameron Swayze
The watch my son bought me is not a single-use device, either. Not only can I tell time anytime, anywhere, but I can also check the date (Full disclosure: I have to reset the date each time the month has fewer than 31 days).
Furthermore, it has a light switch, so I can tell time in the dark. It has the added value of providing enough light that I can find my phone during a power failure, and the phone has an app that provides enough illumination that I can find a flashlight in the utility closet.
So, my watch can do at least three things.
I hadn’t worn a watch in years. My previous watch met its end after I already had a mobile phone, which had a clock on it. “Who needs a watch?” I thought.
Eventually, I realized that by living without a watch I was losing time (as always my pun was intended).
A common fidget behavior for modern humans, and certainly me, is to check the time. With a wristwatch, it was quick, easy and provided immediate gratification. In that respect, a watch is pretty much a pacifier to me, except I don’t have to remove it from my mouth to eat or speak.
It took me time to acknowledge that relying on a phone as a clock (or for fidgeting) was cumbersome. It wasn’t always convenient to pull it out of my pocket.
Furthermore, it was rare that when I looked at the clock, that I limited my interaction to just a time check.
Often, I checked e-mail (and sometimes responded to email,) looked at news, occasionally social media….Checking the time, sure was time-consuming.
When I periodically said that I was considering buying a watch, people would say things like “Those are handy for tracking your steps checking messages and updating your social media…” Or “You should try the Apple Store.”
Uh..those are things I DIDN’T want to do with a watch. I just wanted to the tell time. A traditional wristwatch would help to seal my productivity leaks.
The fact that I got a watch without having to shop for a watch is gravy.
I don’t know if my son ever heard me discuss my longing for a traditional wristwatch or not. Perhaps he did. He knows I’m not big on shopping.
In any case, I’m glad that he got it for me.
Because he gets me.
Video: Time Has Come Today (by The Chambers Brothers)