I'm a sucker for those party plan selling ideas - I feel disgustingly rude if I leave without buying at least ONE thing. After all, the host went to the trouble of putting out all those little cheese squares and slowly warming salami bites. The least I could do is help her earn her 'free' hostess gift, right? And the catalogues are full of shiny, shiny plastic boxes, and they look so useful and after a couple of minutes my steely resolve crumbles.
An investment? Really? What's my rate of return, open betroot tins?
And here is what I occasionally fall back on, priced at $0.50:
After pulling myself together I was actually saddened as the other women sat around nodding eagerly, picturing the expensive, shiny plastic can opener on their kitchen benches. Some even bought it.
Sometimes the message of overt consumerism behind the sale of shiny plastic boxes is a little too sobering for the weekend.