..the NEXT sale that I went to? This year is the first time ever that I went to the NEXT sale (a very popular high street brand in the UK) at 4 am in the morning when it opened its doors for the after Christmas sales. I left my husband and kids sleeping at home and went with my friend F and her hubby in their car – they came to pick me up at exactly 3.30 am. More than 1000 (estimate) people were already queuing for entry and the train of people were already 5-6 stores long. I had wanted to go to the end of the queue but my friend F persuaded me to slip right to the front of the whole chaos. I felt guilty but I just followed her lead - we managed to get through somehow and we were amongst the first 50 people to enter the store when the doors opened at exactly 4am but not without me hurting myself in the process – my right hand still hurts even now from when I was pushed and nearly squashed at the entrance door frame and I think I have to agree with my husband when he said, “mesti korang kena maki sebab jump the queue - tu sebabnya…”
During these sales, one never gets the chance to try things before buying them. That’s because everybody grabs and grabs at the hangings on the rails and if the changing rooms are open at all (for sometimes they are not), the queue is as long as the one at the cashiers’- and those are very, very long and winding - so why bother to queue twice – just take the sizes you want – pay and try them at home.
And then of course, the next week, return those that you don’t like, after all.
I saw people coming out with boxes of dinner sets and three to four bags of clothes – but I just came out of there with two bags – and those were filled with my children’s clothes as I really didn’t have the energy to shop for both children and adult in their separate sections, with all those people pushing and elbowing and stepping on my toes – two people across me were even quarrelling because one accused the other of pushing her – and you know how some people just love to raise their voices without any shame whatsoever of the spectacle they are creating of themselves…
The whole experience was interesting, to say the least, but once is more than enough. Doubt I'll want to do it again next year.