My bright blue bathing suit had turned pale pink from all the chemicals in the pool and I knew it was only a matter of time before the chlorine ate through the nylon fabric. Once, when I waited too long to replace an old suit, the front of my trunks ripped wide open and the see-through mesh lining underneath left little to the imagination. I did not want to repeat that walk of shame back to the locker room.
So I did what millions of shoppers do every day: I signed into Amazon and with a few simple clicks, I found and ordered my favorite suit. And then, because it doesn’t get any easier than Amazon, I picked up a few spare bicycle tires, filters for the vacuum cleaner and a novel I’d been meaning to read.