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19th
June 2010
On
sales and savings
It’s
here. It’s SALE time again. As I
write this piece, I’m sitting at
my desk in the editorial department of
THE VOICE newspaper, where one employee
has pulled out a large bag from somewhere
under his desk (it is the lunch hour),
and is proceeding to extract from it so
many varied articles of clothing, that
it really is unbelievable.
The man is obviously in the wrong line
of work. He should shelve his career as
a journalist (which, experience has shown
this author, pays very little and that
at very irregular intervals) and go into
what could only be a more lucrative field,
that of magic. For as I gaze, entranced,
he pulls what seems to be hundreds of
pieces of apparel, skirts, blouses, pants,
shoes, accessories such as brooches and
earrings, even hats, from a bag which
one would have calculated to be able to
hold, at the most, say six or so pieces.
And none of it is wrinkled. It really
was amazing. Have you ever seen one of
those circus acts where twenty or more
clowns come tumbling out of a miniature
Volkswagen? Watching him perform, I was
reminded of the experience.
Anyway, the sleight-of hand performance
involving the apparition of the pieces
was not the focus of attention here. What
mattered to the female staff, who were
examining, with all the appropriate oohs
and aahs, as each piece was produced,
was the apparent originality of each piece,
and the very welcome low, low price which
was quoted in every case.
Yep, you got it. An office sale was in
progress. The beauty of theses sales is
that, as far as St Lucia is concerned,
each item of appeal is a “one of
a kind”. If you purchased any piece
here, you stand very little risk of going
to a Christmas party and encountering
anyone wearing an exact duplicate. Wherever
they were bought, whether in Miami, Venezuela
or New York, care was taken to ensure
that only individual, different items
were brought back for sale.
And then, of course, there was the price.
Most of the stuff comes into the country
as personal luggage, not subject to extra
freight charges or customs duty. The seller’s
overhead (store rent, employees’
wages, electricity, etc.) are non-existent,
so that even if he sells for two or three
times his purchase price, the buyer still
ends up making a good deal.
So as I watched the transactions taking
place, I began thinking about this whole
SALE business. Sales have become so prevalent,
that I wondered, does anybody actually
buy anything which is not “on sale”?
And wouldn’t one be silly to do
so?
Look around you. There are stores and
shops which have the SALE sign as a permanent
fixture on their premises. There are grand
“Opening” sales when a new
store is being launched and “Going
Out of Business” sales when they
are being closed. Then there are the “occasion”
sales—Carnival, Easter, Christmas,
New Year; you name it, there’s a
sale for it.
Whoops! Let’s re-examine that last
statement: not “there’s a
sale for it”. Usually, there are
“Sales” for it.
For example, let’s look at the situation
that we’re presently in. Just two
weeks ago, it was Thanksgiving in the
U.S.A. You flicked your TV dial from station
to station, and in practically every case,
you got the same scenario: a few minutes
of program (programme? No. I think it’s
program) and heaps of sale-advertisements.
There’s the pre-Thanksgiving Day
Sale, the Thanksgiving Day sale, and the
post-Thanksgiving Day sale. Get it? Not
one sale, but three. Take your pick and
you’re guaranteed to save a bundle
(I want to talk about that “saving”
business later). So whether the motive
is “we know that you will need stuff
for the holiday and we want your business
so we’re lowering our prices so
that you come here to buy it”; or
“today is the holiday and in order
to celebrate it, since we know that you
have nothing better to do with your time,
we’ll open our doors and pay our
employees overtime,, just so that you
can come in an pick up whatever you need
at lower prices than our pre-holiday sale”;
or, “well, the holiday is past and
we know that you spent most of your money
already.
“However, since you didn’t
spend it here, and we’re still overstocked
with all the extra stuff we had bought,
hoping to palm it off on you in the frenzy
of the pre-holiday and the on-the-day
shopping, we’re giving you a final
opportunity to get it now at an even lower
price than the “lower” price
in our holiday sales”.
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As
I say, each sale has its motive, and they figure
that they’re gonna get your hard-earned,
one way or another.
So the sale business lives on, and flourishes.
And I think that I’ve figured out why:
it’s because of the amount that you’re
convinced that you “save”, when
you buy at a sale(remember I said that I’d
come back to this “saving: business? Well,
here we are).
If you look at the thing from the seller’s
angle, or from the angle of your spouse who
wants to acquire the article on sale at all
costs, you save when you buy at a sale. When
I say “spouse” here, I mean both
husband and wife. For the man who wants to buy
the shiny red sports car (sale price $120,000,
regular price $150,000) rather than put the
money on a house, will do whatever he can to
convince his wife that they just can’t
pass up the opportunity to “save”
the $30,000. as much as the wife wanting the
chic dress “on sale”.
Which brings me to one of the classic conversations,
this one with a furniture dealer. Upon walking
into an establishment, I singled out two living
room sets which caught my fancy. One had a sale
sign on it.
“How much is this set?” I asked,
indicating the more expensive-looking one, on
sale.
“Regularly six thousand dollars,”
the storekeeper replied, “but we’re
letting it go for the low price of four thousand.
If you buy it, you save two thousand dollars,”
“How much is this one?” I indicated
the not-so-expensive-looking set.
“One thousand five hundred dollars. But
it’s not on sale.”
“If you let me have the six thousand dollars
set for four thousand, I save two, which means
that in reality; you’re losing two, aren’t
you?” I asked. ”after all, it’s
like you’re giving me the two thousand
dollars, isn’t it?”
“Yes, of course. You’re right,”
he assented, scenting a sale. “think of
it as a Christmas gift. I’m actually giving
you two thousand dollars for Christmas.”
“That’s very kind, Christian and
generous of you.” I agreed, “and
I’m most grateful. But I feel in a bit
of a gift-giving mood my self, it being the
Christmas season and all. So I’ll tell
you what I’ll do. Instead of taking two
thousand dollars from you as a gift, I’ll
just take the set costing one thousand five
hundred. In that way, you’ll be saving
five hundred, which will then be my gift to
you. What do you say? Is it a deal?”
Needless to say, there was no deal. All of a
sudden, he could not bring himself to accept
a gift from me out of all the money that he
had made me “save”, and which was
going to be his gift to me. Oh well, nothing
beats a trial …
So I’ll keep my old furniture for one
more Christmas; and although I can’t find
a store to spend it in, I have a feeling that
I actually “saved” four thousand
dollars this season.
Trouble is, I don’t know what to do with
all that money.
Discuss
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