The inventory levels seem insane. Like a retail apocalypse scenario. Every store has five million toasters, and five million gift baskets, and millions of things that nobody needs. The line extension of products (like 25 types of tomato soup) is crazy-making. The tyranny of choice has invaded our lives.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to turn the third world into a slave labour manufacturing camp on steroids.
But, it is Christmas, so enjoy your trips into the Buyosphere. I won’t be joining you in the pursuit of more.
I’m spending money on things that matter, like the $40.00 I just paid for a festive red coloured cast for my broken wrist.