Sister's Suitcases

Shopping. I love to shop...well most of the time. Today I got to experience bonding time with my sister as we shopped for things she needed for her trip to Alaska tomorrow. I have no problem with this, what else was I going to do? So, we travelled to Dell Range, where most of the "busy" Cheyenne shopping is done. (Yeah, busy Cheyenne shopping?) And to my discovery, my sister is a picky and an annoying person to shop with. I'd show her one thing, and she wants another thing. I tell her this is good, and she has to disagree and find something else that is better. I was about to go out of my mind when we had to buy a suitcase for her...

Suitcase, you say? Yes, I'm pretty sure we spent a good hour contemplating over which suitcase to buy. Dori insisted she needed a name brand suitcase, because if it is name brand, then it should be good quality. Target of course had cheap brands, and were ridiculously overpriced. I suggested we go to TJ Maxx and Ross, since they carried name brands and have better prices. Going along with this idea, Dori and I found a quantity of Samsonite brand suitcases in both stores. But, there was an issue with size. "Should I get the bigger one? I don't know how much crap I have to bring with me...what if I can't fit it all?" So, I'd tell her to get the bigger one. But, my pesky sister would chime, "Would I look like a complete idiot if I had the larger one? I don't want to look like a dork." You are already an idiot, I thought, so I told her to get the smaller one. But, she debated over the different sizes as I rolled my eyes and told her to just choose. It's a suitcase for name's sake, just get one and be done. She finally decided to get the smaller one, and if she couldn't pack it all, she can always return it and get the bigger suitcase. As we were standing in line, a startled look comes across her face. "I'm having second thoughts, maybe I SHOULD get the larger one." Argh, second thought? More like twenty-second thoughts. I eventually scolded her and told her she is getting the smaller one, because I'm not going to hear her whine any more. What to do with her? I don't know. I bet that at any moment here she will come down to my room, asking if I could take her back to the store and exchange the suitcase. Man, she can be such a pushover at times.

But, as I was listening to my sister whine and complain about suitcases, I wondered if I am just this annoying too. Am I? I've never really thought about it until now. Dori and I have very similar traits, and it could be to my surprise that I am an annoyance when it comes to things like this. Perhaps I need to watch my actions and my behaviors, because it is no fun to be the other person waiting impatiently when you try make a decision as simple as choosing a suitcase.