We are, many of us, walking around with a veteran consumerist’s thousand‐yard stare, which can be seen clearly in the aisles of any Target or WalMart, where the shell‐shocked and emotionally flat‐lined queue up daily to buy mostly disposable products manufactured by sweat‐shop slaves in Chittagong and Rangoon. Especially when there is a “Fire Sale” or its cousin, the infamous “Year End” sale, and my personal favorite, the “Blowout Sale