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Remember booking a trip back in the day? You’d call a travel agent named Brenda. Brenda had a perm, a rotary phone, and the magical ability to get you to Florida without requiring a PhD in astrophysics. You told her…
Have you ever ordered a shirt online that looked absolutely dashing on the 20-something model, only to have it arrive and fit you like a Hefty bag with sleeves? You spend the next half hour trying to wrestle it back…
Have you ever had a conversation with your computer that feels a little… one-sided? You innocently search for a special kind of bird feeder, one that looks like a tiny log cabin. You spend five minutes looking at it, decide…
You’re finally doing it. You’ve found the perfect, high-end, ergonomically-designed bird feeder online. It’s squirrel-proof, endorsed by ornithologists, and it’s on sale. Score!! You triumphantly enter your credit card number, click “Buy Now,” and lean back, imagining the joyous chirps…
Remember the good old days of couponing? You’d sit down with the Sunday paper, a pair of scissors, and the determination of a treasure hunter, snipping out little rectangles of future savings. It was a ritual. Now, finding a discount…
Have you ever found the perfect gift for your grandchild online, added it to your cart, and then hesitated? You’re gripped by a sudden, nagging suspicion. “Is this really the best price? What if it goes on sale next week,…
Have you ever bought something online based on a rave review, only to have it arrive and perform with all the enthusiasm of a teenager asked to do chores? Maybe it was the “revolutionary” garden hose that promised to never…
I have a distinct memory of my family gathering around a clunky projector to watch home movies. The machine would whir like a tiny airplane getting ready for takeoff, and shaky images of a birthday party from 1987 would flicker…
Have you ever stared at a rose bush, a formerly proud soldier in your garden army, now looking like it went ten rounds with a hole puncher? Or maybe you’ve noticed your tomato plants have developed a mysterious powdery substance,…
Somewhere in your house, there’s a box. It might be a shoebox in the back of a closet or a dusty chest in the attic. This box holds your family’s history in a jumble of faded, dog-eared photographs. There’s Mom…