Gifts from the mailman.
Surely I’m not the only one who enjoys the process of getting a package mailed to yourself, independently from the contents of that package. There’s something inherently exciting about receiving something that’s travelled long and far simply because you decided to buy it sitting in your lazy chair. Internet shopping yo.
It’s kind of a Christmas-morning effect, in a way. In some cases you won’t even know what it is you’re getting this time, if you’ve ordered a lot of different things recently or have simply forgotten about something that took months to ship. Or you finally get your hands on your much anticipated loot.
There’s an xkcd comic in which a script is being suggested that buys a $1 free shipping item off eBay every day. I think it’d be cool to set up something like that, except on a weekly basis rather than a daily one to avoid spoiling myself too much. There’s a lot of perfectly fine goods you can get for real cheap, but there’s also a lot of junk that’d be polluting your “giftlist”.
Or I could spend my money more wisely and send away a bag of dicks to the asshole of the week.