The Man in the Middle writes our new blog series. Musings from a middle-aged man living with his aged Mother and the Family.
Few men enjoy clothes shopping. Itโs a utilitarian necessity, at best. Even fewer enjoy clothes shopping for their wives or girlfriends. Why play a game where you donโt understand the rules?
I once had a male friend who enjoyed shopping and buying clothes withย women. It was mesmerising – like watching a trapeze artist on a hi-wire. His girlfriends thought he was wonderful. His commitment to clothes shopping with them was proof of his concern in them. I thought it was just a cunning ploy, like a fox pretending it was interested in the interior design of a chicken coop.
Mother insists on an actual shopping trip
I havenโt seen him for thirty years, but am thinking about giving him a call. Mother wants me to take her clothes shopping and I wonder if he can give me some tips on how to handle this, or, better still, come along. ย I have tried to persuade her we donโt need to go to the shop and could buy โon-lineโ. I have explained โfree returnsโ, one of the great advances of human civilization, but she still insists on an actual shopping trip.
โThe clothes on-line are never the same size or colour as those in the shop. Donโt worry. You wonโt need to help me in the changing room,โ she says hitting one of my primal fears.
In the shop, things are going better than I expected. I say several encouraging things like โMan-made fabric looks good on youโ and โthe sale is over thereโ. I feel like my friend is guiding me, masterfully, like an ancient spirit.
There is laughter at the checkout. I turn to see an assistant talking very slowly and loudly to Mother.
โShe doesnโt understand me?โ says the assistant.
โWhatโs the matter?โ I ask Mother.
She mouths words but makes no sound. She points to her ears and shakes her head.
โHas she been struck dumb?โ asks the assistant.
Something is afoot
Thereโs something about the doleful look in her eyes and her insistent tugging on my arm, like a child, which makes me suspicious. She doesnโt do lame. Something is afoot.
โAlright Mother?โ I say leaning down to her.
โGet me out of here,โ she whispers into my ear.
In the car, I ask her whatโs going on.
โI left my purse at home.โย Sheโs welling up, partly with anger. Being unable to pay is one of Motherโs great humiliations. She dreams, repeatedly, of being caught in exactly the scenario sheโs just been through.
โI had to take decisive action,โ she says. I wonder if pretending to be deaf and dumb is decisive or excessive?
โShall we go back for the clothes? I can pay.โ
โI can never go back there. Iโm on CCTV now, forever recorded as an old idiot.โ
The trip is at an end. I wonder if my mate would have handled things differently and if his passion for shopping with women would have survived this sort of experience. I turn the car out of the car park and hear mother tell me to โslow downโ even though weโre only doing 10mph.
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