SPECIALS

Oh now I know this sounds so womanly, although men are just as guilty but better at hiding it, but I do love a good special at the shops! There’s nothing quite like entering your shopping institution of choice, cash in hand (Or purse, or wallet, or left sock, or wherever you stash it), ready to buy something and then be on your merry, when GASP!

What’s this?!?

Can it be?!?

It’s on SPECIAL!!!!!

Where once you could buy only one you can now suddenly get two!

Or buy one and have enough cash left over to waste on something you didn’t need until

Right.

This.

Second!!!

Oh my! The excitement, I have to sit down… oh wait, I am!

Yes okay, specials are used to draw you in, in the hopes that while you’re there getting your discount haemorrhoid cream you might decide you need to pick up a few other things as well, and end up spending a grand total of 3x more then you expected. Though I like to think that in the end, both you and the shopping centre feeling very satisfied, so is it so bad?

Case in point:-

Yesterday I went out, tra-la-la, expecting to buy a 400g packet of mushrooms.

I like mushrooms.

A lot.

When I walked into the store, I didn’t immediately register the ‘sort-of-hard-to-miss-for-anyone-else’ sign that was advertising the special. (My mind was on other things. I think I was wondering if an elephant’s foot is called a foot? Or a paw? Or a hoof?).

Anyway when I saw that sign a little electric thrill of undiluted joy went jolting down my spine! Oh joy! Oh rapture!!! I ended up walking out with 750g of the things for the same price, feeling like the hunter who was bringing the kill home to my hungry, blood thirsty family! I’d have beat my chest if it wasn’t for the fact my arms were full of fungus bounty!

And yes, while I was there I did pick up one or two other things that I like to think I’d have gotten anyway… eventually!

Those mushrooms tasted extra awesome!

I am very grateful for specials!