Stories of KK

The usual picture is this: Girl goes shopping, man tags along, carries her bags. It has never quite been the case for us. I don’t shop like a girl. But KK does.  Let me explain: How I shop is, I find that I am deficient in something (say moisturizer). I hit the mall, head straight for the moisturizer, I buy it, I get out. Or, more commonly nowadays, I need to buy presents for kids. I head to the toy shop or bookshop, grab the bunch, get out.  KK likes to browse. Check things out. Waltz in and out of golf shops / sports shops / G2000 / hardware shops and the like. What catches his fancy at the moment, he buys.  I have to admit, I am not a wife who buys clothes and underwear and all that jazz for KK.  Instead, I have the pleasure of him coming back with shorts and shirts for me. Usually it’s when he finds the state of my belongings utterly unacceptable.  So when we go to the malls, this is our usual picture: Man goes shopping, wife tags along, supervises the kids. He goes off on his own,