Give me a few hours online, and I can ferret out the best deal for just about anything -- travel, electronics, whatever. But not long after I click on that confirmation link to finalize my purchase -- often with a no-refund stipulation as part of the bargain -- the euphoria of my penny-pinching achievement fades and a familiar feeling settles in.
I call it techno-doubt.
Could I have gotten a lower airfare to Scotland? Was that the best price I could find on my home-theater receiver? Might a different broker have better Matchbox Twenty tickets closer to the concert date?
I then spend the ensuing days or weeks doing the same online research to see if I really did get the best deal -- even while knowing that undoing the previous purchase would be impossible or impractical.
This modern problem of techno-doubt has become chronic enough that when I found nicely priced airfare and hotel for a family vacation to Washington, D.C., a few years ago, my wife let me buy the tickets in January for the June trip only if I promised in advance not to spend the next five months checking to see if I could have done better.
I know what you're thinking: OCD -- obsessive-compulsive disorder, a serious psychiatric problem for its sufferers and those close to them. No, that's not it at all. I don't have OCD.
And it's not buyer's remorse. I rarely wish I hadn't bought something (although the "deal" I got on refurbished Scooba and Roomba cleaning machines turned out to be a disaster).
It's just that Web technology makes it so easy to second-guess yourself.