Whenever I would ask my darling husband to go shopping back in Malaysia during our vacation, he would just postpone it to the next time. And, ultimately it was the day of our flight back home. He assured me that the airport was equipped with all kinds of duty free shops. So, I acquiesced with his opinion and decided to spend money there.
But, to my horror and his glee, we could not find even a single shop at KLIA 1. While he was snacking at Harrod’s, I slipped away to ask the passenger service desk for shopping options. They told me that it was available in the other part of the airport which was connected through a bullet train. So, without informing my completely clueless husband, I just left for the other part of the airport thinking I would be back in 15 minutes at max.
And, that was the most blissful 30-45 minutes of my life. I was literally rushing through the shops and grabbing the products on my list. Yes, I had compiled a list of products I wanted to buy, thanks to Tine’s most worthy splurges and Paris’s recommendations. And, when I was on my last item, I realized that I had exhausted all the money I had got!
Once back to my husband, I found I had to deal with something else totally than telling him that I had finished the money 😀 He was furious and had been searching for me. Just falling short of reporting a missing complaint, he had searched that part of the airport thoroughly and could not find me. He was just furious. When I think back, I secretly laugh at the entire scene which played out and I am sure he curses me to this day for putting him through it.
Worse was yet to come. Because, he had planned to buy a few of liquor bottles and I had spent all the money, poor guy was speechless when he came to know about it!! Honestly, that was when I really understood how shopping can be a therapy and addictive. The orgy continues to this day. In fact, I have started feeling very much like I think Rebecca Bloomwood, from Confessions of a Shopoholic, feels when she buys clothes. Only I like cosmetics better.