A Christmas Retail Tale. 


Yesterday, I accompanied my mother to the 168 shopping mall. It was a vibrant petri dish colony of holiday shoppers, cheek to jowl and butt to hip, babies being fed on the stairs, plastic bags of clothes and gel pen sets from China braining zombie children with a death grip on their moms' wrists, old ladies with narrowed eyes clutching their handbags and elbowing the competition out of the way.

An old print ad for Avon shows the typical holiday mall melee with the headline, "You could get decked in these halls." My mom was doing her fair share of decking. To be fair, it was decked or be decked. In one shop, the sales assistants hurled passels of clothing all the way to the owner across 6 feet of dangerously-leaning racks and loudly haggling women, occasionally hitting one of the latter. I think "2 for P150 tapat na po ate (2 for 150 pesos no more haggling older sister - literally)" signs have a way of stripping away postures of gentility and breeding. Underneath we are all grasping claws and gaping maws attached to gargantuan torsos sewn from shopping bags.

Well, a bargain's a bargain. The past week saw the National Bookstore warehouse sale, an Ethan Allen just-this-Saturday sale and a Coleman/Oster/DMC one-day sale, within walking distance from the house. Happy holidaze, everyone.

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Posted: Saturday - December 03, 2005 at 12:19 PM