We used to tease my mom that she was the best infomercial shopper.  If she had trouble sleeping one night, my sister and I knew that unexpected, and often unusable, gifts were on the way.

Well, fast forward.  My soft spot isn't necessarily an infomercial (although sometimes . . .) but instead those Facebook pop up ads.  I admit to having been drawn in once or twice, or more, with credit card in tow.

Why does that product always seem like something I can't pass up during the Facebook scroll??  I promise -- once it arrives I learn that it certainly could have, and should have, been passed up.

Perhaps this flaw is just hereditary.