Women, Christmas and Sales..
These past few days have been horrendous. Whoever said the the christmas season was a time for joy and happiness?! I can tell you that for now, I am not enjoying it one bit. This season often brings out the worst in people. You see them fighting for queues and venting out their frustration at poor sales personel. I am speaking not only in terms of a retailer, but also from the point of view of a fellow customer. It is terribly disgraceful, they way these people act.
I was at the bookstore today, shopping around. This lady came up to the counter and started questioning the staff about the locations of the cashiers. Upon being told of the locations, she promptly broke out into a tongue-lashing of how long the queue is for both cashier counters. And went on to dramatise how she only wanted to buy ONE file. Of course such mentally handicapped people do come along very often during the store's sale. But I just do not bloody get it! If you want to buy 'a' file, then jolly well go over to Popular Bookstore. But then again, I am certain that their queues would just be as long, and considering their tremendously "efficient" cashiers, I would say "HAPPY WAITING YOU SILLY SODS". Why don't you just consider your neighbourhood stationery and bookstore then. I am sure you would not have to wait for long. But No.. You have to buy a simple file during the eve of christmas eve, at a high-end bookstore which is located right in the heart of the busiest region of Singapore. How smart can you get?! And you want to complain? Oh for crying out loud! There's nothing the retailers can blooming do. Unless of course you manage to get the rest of the people in front of you to allow you to jump the queue. Bloody unlikely, I would say.
Then there are the sales in boutiques. Mango was having up to 50% sale. Apparently the friends I was with wanted to go in and take a look, despite the horde of people inside. Have you ever heard of people having to go through 2 different queues just to get inside a boutique?! I just freaking did it today. Not that I don't like to look at clothes, but the situation was intolerable. The moment I saw the situation in there, I knew that I had made an enormous mistake. Everywhere, there were people rummaging through stacks of clothes. The floor itself was littered with not only hangers, but the merchandise as well. The queue to the fitting room being tediously long, the ladies decided to try on their clothes in the middle of the shop, in front of a single mirror. PIcture this:
3 to 4 ladies struggling to put on the merchandies in front of a mirror, and the amount of floor space they possessed was merely the size of 2 small fitting rooms. What a sight I tell you. These ladies fought for the mirror. I actually saw this lady fighting to put on a mini-skirt underneath the mini-skirt she was already wearing, right in public. Cripes!.. The horror..
Of course, with such pushing and squeezing, tempers are bound to rise, especially mine. Be prepared to be stabbed by jabbing elbows and bags. And don't expect any apologies for being jabbed. On the contrary, you would probably get glares instead.
I was standing in a queue with Atticus, when this lady suddenly decided to use her elbow to not only jab me, but to push me aside. Of course there wasn't any "Excuse Me". Why do you think I was so pissed?! Naturally, being me, I jabbed her back, rather forcefully I should say, until she said an "Excuse Me". Only then did I let her pass. Gosh, the nerve of her.
Naturally, the retailers in the boutique were none the better either. I guess their tempers were really raw. This lady actually came up to me and not only nudged me aside, but also spat out a rather irritated form of "EXCUSE ME". I just looked at her and said in my most matter-of-fact tone, " You are very much excused". But I guess my sarcasm might have been lost on her.
And poor poor Atticus. She was paying for a shirt. Upon reaching the counter, she merely just asked a girl where the queue was. This weirdo got very defensive, and spat out, "We were here first!"
Cripes! What the hell?! The weirdo's mum was nice about it, coz she offered to let Atticus queue in front of them, since Atticus only had one shirt. But her deranged daughter kept muttering that they came first. I cannot begin to describe to you the look on Atticus' face. It was the look of one who is not only pissed, but perplexed and rather clueless.
I love the simple joy in giving gifts and receiveing them from people you love, during the christmas season. But I most certainly hate the crowds and the tempers that seem to be zooming across all the time.
What a nightmare!! Can't wait till peace and quiet descends upon us again.. I am certainly counting down to the days. Aren't you?..
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