Sub-prime lens

Imagine a big limo with a superbly-stocked bar pulling outside your place on a Saturday night.
You've just had a nice dinner with friends, good food good wines, the kids have all gone to bed, you have just let your hair down after a long busy week at work.
The chauffeur promises that this is going to be the ultimate hassle-free shopping experience. In no time, he is going to take you to the best stocked supermall ever conceived.
There will be no queues, you will be free to roam any aisle and change direction at any moment, electronic equipment will be stacked next to exotic foods, shoes and camera equipment will be within a few seconds of each other and you will even be able to find tadpoles feed in 5 kg bags.
No queues at check out, totally hassle free.
The ultimate happy shopping, when you are at your most relaxed and also your most vulnerable to impulse purchases.
The next morning you wake up and you sort of know that you did something you did last night you are not so sure now you should have done.
There were no limos, no chauffeurs, no private super malls. You were just shopping online while under the influence...

This is how I tried to present my purchase of a prime lens to Mrs Raheny.
I did explain that I was still capable of some sort of control, otherwise I would have purchased a Canon 10-22mm and possibly sold one of the kids on eBay to pay for it...
And I got it new, at a fairly attractive price, so discounted even that one could call it a sub-prime lens.
Plus I was cute enough to wait until she had come back from town with her new pair of flowery Birkenstocks to announce my glass folly (she looks like a trendy nun in her colourful German orthopaedic soles).

Well here it is anyway. My subprime lens. I am having great fun with it. Impulse buys are sometimes really good. Maybe not all the time ;-D

Mrs Raheny tells me that she has bought a device to prevent a repeat of the weekend online purchases. It's a breathalyzer that disables the web browser over a certain limit of alcohol.
She bought it on eBay while polishing off the champagne leftover from her recent birthday.


PS: the above is totally fictitious



There have never been champagne leftovers in the Raheny household. Can't see this happening any time soon either...