Just this morning I felt a stupid three-second waver while trying to find someone to sell me a used power supply for my not-new laptop. I was 40 minutes away from the one I’d forgotten and left at my office
I was browsing the Yellow Pages, and thinking: But what if I call the wrong place? Suppose I call a company that sells only giant networks for global corporations?
Well, so what if I do? As a British bus ticket vendor once said when I made a preposterous physically-impossible request out of geographic ignorance: “Oy loyk a giggle.”
That’s the worst that can happen. No need for three-second wavers.
This is a variation on retail therapy, when you go shopping to feel good. This is personal growth through shopping.