It was all my friend’s fault anyway.
If he hadn’t told me about how brilliant and groovy the
whole thing looked in its spangly new clothes, I’d never have even considered
buying the thing, and so when I’d accidentally spotted that whole new,
repackaged version, which I hadn’t previously known had even existed until it
popped up on that offers page, I’d filed it away in the “maybe” file and
decided to keep half an eye out for it if it ever became cheaply available.
Of course, it was too good to be true, but, in a moment of
boredom before work on Monday morning, I idly typed in the name of that very
box set I’d been hesitating over and found it sitting there at such a
ridiculously low and irresistible price, that I quite simply had to click on that
“buy” button without a moment’s hesitation.
Even then, I thought, there must have been some mistake.
Whilst I did spot the thing at the ludicrously low price of about sixteen quid
for “one day only” just before Christmas, I had decided against buying it then
simply because I had the thing already (albeit in an “inferior” older
format) and the pre-Christmas expenditure
pennies were already stacked far too high for me to add to them.
Since then, of course, the thing had never dropped below
thirty-odd quid and seemed to have settled at around the forty-to-fifty quid
mark and really didn’t look like shifting from that position any time soon, if
ever.
But then, as I scanned the usual pages, there it was, large
as life and screaming at me that it was suddenly available at slightly over a
fiver and, well, I’d have been an absolute idiot to miss out on it at that
price, wouldn’t I…?
I mean, that almost counts as “loose change” nowadays,
doesn’t it…? There was even free postage, and I knew couldn’t even send a box
of that size to anyone else for that sort of price if I had to…
Also, I felt that I really deserved to get a break and a
little bit of payback into my personal “credit” column of life after the few
weeks I’d just had, and the small but irritating fact that I’d had to fork out
the extra quid the hospital car park machine nicked off me last Friday, even if
it meant forking out a few quid that I hadn’t actually been expecting to pay
out for something I sort of already had…
And so, as I already suspected it would, began another of my unsuccessful
adventures in bargain land…
Well it was quite obviously too good to be true, but I
thought that it was worth a punt, even though there was bound to have been some
kind of a mistake and I was fully expecting an email to arrive informing me
that the thing which I thought I was buying had been wrongly priced and that
the company were going to withdraw it from sale.
Apparently they are under no obligation to sell it to you if
it’s been wrongly priced, although it’s a bit of a “grey area” to be honest.
Either that, or when the bill came, I’d have been charged
the full and proper whack instead of the ridiculously small amount that it had
been displayed at, the same low price that had drawn me to it in the first
place…
Perhaps they would send me the “something else” that was
supposed to be attached to that link and point out, quite rightly I imagine,
that I’d have to have been an idiot to expect to buy it at a price like that,
and it must have been obvious to anyone that there’d been some kind of a
mistake.
I was also preparing myself for disappointment, and fully
expecting to have to return the wretched thing, and have to pay more than the
price shown for the postage, such is my sheer bad luck whenever it comes to the
finding of a bargain.
Still, the order remained (for a day or so) at the stage of “processing in warehouse” and the email telling me of some sort of ghastly mistake still hadn’t popped into my inbox, so you never know, I briefly thought, for once I might just have ended up being ahead of the game…
Still, the order remained (for a day or so) at the stage of “processing in warehouse” and the email telling me of some sort of ghastly mistake still hadn’t popped into my inbox, so you never know, I briefly thought, for once I might just have ended up being ahead of the game…
But, of course, I wasn’t, and never really thought that I would be. My order was cancelled due to undefined “technical difficulties” (i.e. We posted the wrong price up and we were never going to let you have it at that price), and my lovely bargain has turned to dust and blown away on the night air as it was always likely to.
Still it was nice whilst it lasted to think that I was actually ahead for once...
Still it was nice whilst it lasted to think that I was actually ahead for once...
and it was?
ReplyDeleteTotally irrelevant I imagine ;-)
DeleteProbably the closest you will come in the modern world to the thrill of the chase. Your trusty arrow was dispatched but the quarry sustained only a flesh wound ultimately, scampering back to it's family in the dense undergrowth of pallets and racking living to fight another day with no more than a grazed shrink wrap to tell the tale.
ReplyDeleteI love the challenge of the discount area in Tesco but always seem to loose out to the surprisingly agile octogenarian with the sharp elbows.
Ah! The thrill of the hunt!
DeleteSucked in by a supermarket flyer,
Which promised many a bargain
Offered by a cheaply printed lie.
Ah! The thrill of the hunt!
Getting up at the crack of dawn
In search of a discount
That was never going to be there.
Ah! The thrill of the hunt!
Seeking out stock which was never delivered
And forlornly departing
Both empty-handed and disappointed.
Ah! The thrill of the hunt!
But there’s the wretched disclaimer
Not all products available in all stores
Or perhaps merely (*While stocks last).
Ah! The thrill of the hunt!
Feeling so foolish at
Falling for the empty promises
Of a marketing executive’s dream.
For the majority of human history we have been chasing wild boar and bison. Now we sit in our armchairs and chase a cursor around a screen. I'm not sure which I prefer but modern living has at least allowed me to live long enough to consider the question.
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