Forgive me if I’m being sexist, or misogynist, or some other gender-related *ist, but I can’t help but notice differences between the sexes. I’m sorry… not really, just being polite… but there ARE difference between the sexes. It just is.
Younger women don’t do this, so there must be some chemical imbalance that kicks in in women at roughly the age of 35. Maybe some sudden draining of estrogen, or something. Beats me, I don’t always get women to begin with… and from what I’m told, neither do other women. But I digress…
They start becoming obsessed with their pocketbooks.
I don’t mean about the pocketbook itself, necessarily, though they do fawn all over how cute it is. No, I’m talking about the organizational aspect of the pocketbook. Their favorites seem to be the pocketbooks with 75 little parallel compartments sized just right for cash, credit cards, and so on. And it’s not simple like a man’s wallet. No. It’s all safely secured behind a mind-boggling series of buttons and zippers and snaps. Carefully designed to thwart even the most tenacious thief, I’m thinking. That has to be the mindset in even designing something like this. Here’s what I observed just a few days ago…
…A 45-ish year old lady is at the checkout in front of me. She waits until all her items are rung up and is told the total, THEN she decides to pull her pocketbook from her purse. This delay in starting the process of paying is inconsiderate and bad enough, but then begins the money extracting ritual. Just shoot me now, it’s gonna be a long one.
She pulls the pocketbook from her purse… she lays it on the counter… she flips it over to the correct side… she unsnaps the little buckle-like snap on the outside… she opens the pocketbook… she flips the pocketbook over to the correct side (again)… she unzips a compartment, which exposes several smaller compartments… she fiddles and thumbs through what must have been ten little pockets… she extracts $10 from the cash compartment… the total is $10.72… she flips the pocketbook around… she unsnaps the coin area… she carefully counts out exactly 75 cents and hands it to the cashier… she then closes the pocketbook and pushed it away from her… (I’m watching all this in awe of the mind-numbing process that I’m sure happens in her life several times a day)… the cashier hands her 3 cents in change… she flips the pocketbook over to access it (at least she did reseal it)… she carefully puts the 3 cents in the coin area… she snaps the coin area shut… the cashier hands her the receipt…. she browses for another as yet untouched compartment… she carefully and precisely folds the receipt and places it in the new compartment… she then proceeds to do most of the same thing to close it all up (I’ll spare you the play-by-play on this one)… ALL WHILE STILL STANDING THERE WITH BOTH ME AND THE CASHIER STARING AT HER IN DISBELIEF!!! And of course the pocketbook must be replaced in just the right place in the purse.
😐 I can’t. I just can’t. The cashier gives me an “I’m sorry.” look, but it’s not her fault.
And God forbid writing a check is involved. It is also my observations in life that habitual check writing starts for women around age 35. Not younger women. Almost never men. And generation seems to make no difference. When younger women of any generation who never did this before reach a certain age, it kicks in, out comes the pocketbook and the checkbook. Now, about a week ago, I did see an older man do something similar with his wallet and cash, but that was a an anomaly. He was also looking around 70-ish.
It’s got to be a chemical imbalance, or something.