My sister took us out to the movies and for dinner afterwards. The restaurant we wanted to go to hadn't opened for dinner service yet and we had an hour to kill. She pointed to a store nearby and said: how about we go do a little shopping? I answered: how about you just take this ballpoint pen and stab me in the head with it over and over?
Really. Not even being dramatic. I hate shopping. For so many reasons. Now I've got backup from Johann Hari