Somebody must be rolling a d20 somewhere. If I fail my save, I shop like a girl ;)

I *can* do the aimless wandering, trying stuff on & laughing at ridiculous things. More often, I'm looking for (say) a pair of black jeans & can't find any that fit my waist, hips *and* thighs, so I get thoroughly ferd up & miserable. Then sometimes, I'm all psyched up for a day of battling the crowds and end up finishing My Mission in 45 minutes.

I wouldn't mind, if only the Someone with the dice would let me know which it was going to be in advance...