Countless corps of credit-crazed consumers. No, this was worse. Call this an irrational fear. The two have, indeed, mixed on rare occasions but the result has never been pretty. This, because it actually necessitates another trip to the mall, places a little jingle in the pocket, and basically grants a girl an unchallengeable warrant to spend.
Women actually enjoy the mall.
They love bumping elbows while foraging among the hordes. They truly dig a dive into the dollars-off rack. I think you get the picture. You might now understand why I, the quintessential mall-hating man, had absolutely no choice as to whether to accompany my lovely on her quest. I went in the best interest of family solvency.