Tessa wanted that bag. She knew she shouldn’t but yet she found herself at the site again sifting through the hoard and hoards of bags.
She reasoned with herself that she wouldn’t buy anything. She had too many bags already. The last she counted it was 150 and that didn’t include the clutches.
But this bag was so perfect. It was the right size and a warm color. She reasoned that if she bought it she could use it with anything.
She exited out of the window. She pulled up the search engine and typed in ‘charities’.
Tessa infrequently gave to charity. Sometimes she didn’t remember, sometime she didn’t have enough to spare, and sometimes she just didn’t care. But she felt like she should do something to balance her monetary karma.
But that bag wouldn’t stay out of her mind. She scrolled through the list of charities. She couldn’t choose that one because they discriminated against LGBT people and that one looked unsavory.
She thought about just not giving anything.
But she opened up a link. It was a children’s charity. She made a quick donation and opened up a new tab. She decided to treat herself.