Ebay addict

Ebay-ing is such an addicting act. I didn't notice the time fly by, but the moment you realize you need something that you're willing to buy or could possibly be found on Ebay, the whole day passes you by without even a stretch of the leg. Okay, well maybe a couple stretches; how else are you going to sit for hours on end staring at a computer screen comparing prices and shipping costs all day?

The problem with Ebaying is that once you've located the item you wish to purchase or bid on, your mind automatically starts wondering what else in the house you may need. Does your husband, child, mother, brother need anything? It's a one stop shop...ing spree more like it. Anyway, from selling to buying, and buying to more buying. It's like walking through an arcade room to get to the coke machine. You have to drop a few quarters here and there and play a few games in the process. (I would have used a casino example, but "we don't do that." Right. )

Again, just like the arcades, you go in knowing you're going to spend a certain amount. You have to log on to Ebay the exact same way: with a pre-determined amount that you are willing to spend, and just let it rip.

You know you're going crazy with Ebay when you enlist in the "Help" function. Oh, no, you don't want to go there. Paypal is now officially your Buddy. Get out while you can, or make sure you have a Designated (Sober) buyer who is able to turn the sirens on when you're getting out of control; who can take you into the other room, and give you a bowl of ice-cream with hershey's chocolate syrup on top to get your mind off the minute to minute closing deals and last minute bids on Ebay.