Christmas Shopping…Dragged Kicking and Screaming

I sent this cell phone photograph to my son from BB&B in a failed attempt to have him rescue me last night. He "claimed" to have to study for one of his college finals. I had to spend an additional fifteen minutes in the store.
Few words strike fear in me like when my wife says “let’s go to the mall shopping for a little while.” I really love my wife (please note that I don’t really have to say this as she does not read my postings) and acquiesced even though the mall is torture to me. The level of torture is proportional to the number of related females in the shopping party.

What does Einstein think?