Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

This morning I shopped on a Saturday, which normally I avoid.  I must say, I saved money by doing so.  First I hit Target, and since they have redone the entire inside, I wandered around like someone lost in a forest, and got exhausted before I could by a single frivolous thing, as is my tradition.  I came home with toliet paper, toothpaste, hand soap, and birthday cards.  Well, that's fudging a bit.  I bought a hipster hat for my baby grandson, and a book about preschool for the next oldest.  But I was so restraintful.  Next I hit Nordstrom Rack, and left after waiting in line for items I could have done without:  rubber flipflops, a summer shirt, a zoo flipbook for the grandsons, and hand cream called lemon custard.  Who could resist that?  The line to check out was long, and it caused me to waste my time looking at lipsticks and other cosmetics that I had no intention of buying.  But I COULD have found the perfect moisturizer, in an alternate universe.  I came home exhausted, and wondering why I'd gone out.  Impulse buying, I guess.  None of us are above it.