Have been on both sides of consumer fence
Buyer’s remorse and should have bought that.
I have been on both sides of that consumer fence, experiences that ultimately put me in mental scolding mode.
What was I thinking?
What was I not thinking?
Why did I buy that?
Why didn’t I get that?
And I’m not necessarily talking about big ticket items here.
I’m not talking about a brand new truck or a diamond ring or a new house or the latest, greatest technical gadget on the market.
I’m talking about a funky green lamp, the best description I can muster at the moment.
I have always been a fan of this certain shade of green — a shade I struggle to accurately write about or verbalize to properly convey what it looks like.
It’s not grass green, it’s not hunter green, it’s not even chartreuse. It’s, well, funky green.
Suffice it to say it’s a color I like, though, so much so that I have a room with a lot of that particular color in it.
So imagine my delight when I came across a funky lamp in this funky green color.
It was love at first “light,” let me tell you.
In my earlier years at the newspaper, I would sometimes go to “lunch” at Denmark’s in downtown Steubenville, not that the women’s department store had any food there, mind you.
But just the same, I would return to the newsroom with an appetite satisfied, so to speak, after having found a dress or a sweater or a pair of shoes I just couldn’t live without.
I take seriously my job as a consumer.
Sometimes I still “do lunch” at this very same building, now occupied by Antique Warehouse.
I could get lost in there for hours looking around at everything that’s there, but there’s one particular booth I like to visit with some frequency because it has, well, funky stuff.
And that’s where I came across the funky green lamp and reasonably priced to boot.
Perfect! My gut reaction was “Get it!”
And then I hesitated.
In my head I could hear Better Half, the voice of reason when it comes to some purchases I contemplate when we’re out shopping together.
That reasoning voice got louder.
It’s awful living with someone who’s so practical all the time.
But fair enough, I thought. This can wait a day.
I used my cell phone to take a photo of the funky green lamp, later showing Better Half what a great buy his wife was about to make. I anticipated that it would be a proud moment for him, a supportive one for me.
He wasn’t completely impressed, though, this I could assess from the face he was making. Spousal translation? That’s ugly, why do you want it and where are you going to put that?
Sometimes a gal has to make a purchase out of spite. It’s the principle of the thing.
I went back to buy that funky green lamp, only to discover it was gone.
Somebody had beat me to the cash register on that one. I confess — I had a dark moment about not getting that light.
What to do?
Guess I’ll hop over to the other side of that consumer fence and buy something I’ll regret.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)