Before I know it I am holding tons of bags and waiting for my bus back to Port Authority in Times Square.
I find myself with a few bags and started chatting with the girl standing behind me in the queue. She bought socks, which she regretted.
“Buyer’s remorse? How about me? I bought all of this stuff I don’t really need, except maybe one sunglasses,” I thought to myself.
I told her, “I wasn’t really planning on buying anything, but here I am.” I try to justify my purchases.Read More