Zombie hoards storming the rails

Reporter: Kati Coogan
Date published: 12 January 2010


WHAT KATI DID NEXT:

IS it possible that I am the only girl in the world that doesn’t like sales shopping.

Today after much brow beating and with credit card looking on disapprovingly, I waddled off to the town centre to have a gander at what the stores had to offer me.

I stepped foot into the first shop and immediately came over all nauseous, and no it wasn’t the pregnancy for the first time in months, it was the horror filled sight of thousands of grown adults throwing themselves at the mercy of cheap clothing.

The first thing I thought, when I looked at the marked down price was, how much do these shops make?

If they can sell clothes at this price now, why can’t they sell them at that price then and if they don’t:

a) Why do I get conned into buying something so expensive in the first place?

b) How much money are these major stores making?

After my internal rant had subsided, I pushed my way through the thronging hoards of charged zombies all storming the rails to find that illusive item, to the exit.

If one was a seasoned bargain hunter, one would think that the best way to tackle this extreme shop would be to keep your eye on a particular item of clothing, watch it like a hawk and finally when it appears in the sales, swoop down, take it by the scruff of its neck and haul it back to the nest.

However I am sure what really happens is that one gets drawn into the melee and excitement of cheapness and ends up buying any old tosh because it has a fantastic mark down price.

The worst contributor to the taking of funds from your credit cards are the posh shops.

The ones that have designer labels reduced from stupid pounds to still quite silly but absolutely much more reasonable in comparison pounds.

These are the ones that lure you in and before you know it you have spent completely ridiculous pounds on something that is designer but let’s be honest you’re never going to wear are you?

So I don’t like sales shopping.

My credit card is firmly in my purse gathering moths and that’s how I like it thank you very much.

Until next year that is.