What kind of shopper are you?

This is an interesting parable of shopping choices and really brings things into perspective. I would add that some choose the smartest, best product and then begin to take it for granted. Some go further and leave it on the shelf, un-used or under-used, collecting dust.

So... which type of shopper are you?

Comments

michelle said…

I like your thoughts on the subject. Still deciding what kind of shopper I am!

December 23, 2008 at 4:04 PM

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