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The Job Lot in NYC was a bit like Costco, but only for esoteric or discontinued items usually sold in bulk. It was walking distance from my father's office, and it wasn't unusual for him come home from work with, say, a 24-pack of left-handed vegetable peelers. It left an emotional imprint on me

In my younger days, any article about impending shortages of unnecessary goods would have me rushing to spend money I don't have on things I don't need

Glad that I've mostly outgrown FOMO

Mostly