I was at the library, ready to check out a few books. I spend a moment scavenging through my bag for my card, eyes scanning the covers of the paperbacks on the rack by the computer check out.
    I see a book with a bright pink background with “Shopaholic” written across a colorful stylish shopping bag. What a delightful cover. I look at it as I continue to scavenge.
    Then, it hits me. I realize I am looking for my credit card instead of my library card. My fingers are so accustomed to going into my purse and going to the credit card. Who’s the Shopaholic?