A series of text messages with the man who currently has five staplers lined up on his dresser:
Sarah: Hey, where are you?
Nathan: At Staples. If only we were rich... so many staplers!!
Sarah: Yes, I wish we were rich too... so we could have more... staplers... which we really need more of... of course...
Nathan: It's my hobby! Don't hate!
Sarah: Stapling things doesn't count as a hobby, weirdo!
Nathan: Collecting staplers does.
Sarah: haha ok.
He did indeed arrive home with another stapler. He insists that he had to buy it because this particular variety has been discontinued, making this his final chance at owning this magnificent stapler. We're at six staplers and counting, not including the little one I still have from my college days.
Are there support groups for this sort of disorder?