Exchange AddictionAug 2, 2006 · claire · 2 minute read
I have a problem. I’ve gotten into the habit of killing time in Squirrel Hill by visiting The Exchange, a local store mentioned before. Harmless, right? On its own it would be, except that every time I enter the store I find something that I just have to have. In my last 4 visits to the Exchange I have not once walked away empty handed. A few recent acquisitions: 1) A blue PS2 controller. Rationale - I need a second PS2 controller? Actual reason - It’s a freaking first party metallic blue PS2 controller! (I eventually found out it’s probably from a special edition Japanese PS2 system. I love it so.)
2) Final Fantasy 1 & 2: Dawn of Souls. Rationale - It was $20? Actual reason - It was $20?
3) Silent Hill 3. Rationale - I want to play through the Silent Hill series. Actual reason - Actually, yea I want to play through them all and I didn’t have SH3.
4) Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. Rationale - I’d played an hour before and it was enjoyable. Actual reason - It was $10.
I just can’t stop myself. Every time I have some time to kill in Squirrel Hill I hear the siren song of the Exchange and their bargain priced wares. I hear, and I succumb and before I know it I find myself exchanging money for goods. Oh Exchange, why must you tempt me so. I am powerless against you.