I don't like shopping. I've said that a number of times on this blog and in person. It agitates me. And, when I'm doing it, I get the distinct feeling that the process of shopping doesn't fit with my makeup. It's plain to me that I do not have the shopping gene, so I don't know how to act when I'm doing it. This dislike even carries over into card collecting. Although I like card shows very much; enjoy the process; and probably could be there for hours if the dealers didn't have to do things like, you know, go home ; I need things just so for me to be productive. Tinker with the time or the venue or the layout or the dealers, and I'm pretty much lost. Well, yesterday's card show tinkered. A lot. And I was lost. It had been six months since I had been to a card show (yes, I know some of you haven't been in years, but I also know some of you go to one every month), and I had squirreled away probably as much cash as I had ever accum...
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