It’s the most wonderful time of the year: a period which
overloads the senses with a delightful cacophony of sweet smelling Valentines
roses, seductive heart shaped chocolates, alluring Easter eggs, and best of
all: sidewalk sales. Braving the commercial world really becomes a survival of
the fittest, and it all starts in the carpark.
Pulling up to the shopping destination of your choice
usually means that you’re in a good mood, especially if it’s the first social
interaction you have had in months thanks to the sufficient mountains of
homework your adoring teachers have lavished upon you. The perfect parking spot
suddenly lands in your crosshairs, immediately boosting your dopamine levels.
Just as you are about to claim your trophy, it gets poached by a serial shopper
behind the wheel of her husband’s BMW.
Ah, but never fear, for the car guard is already eagerly
directing you to another open spot – yes, the same spot you also saw, but
decided against because it exceeded the ten step limit set in place by women
for optimal travelling distance between the car and the entrance.
Finally, you are able to cross the threshold as the
bittersweet aroma of stale sweat and bountiful bargains fills your nostrils.
You are now on the prowl for the deal – or deals – of the century, especially considering that this may be your
last exposure to societal norms for the century due to the length of your to-do
list.
Before any feelings of guilt are able to blind you, you
hone in on that dream item. Your toes start tingling, and not only because your
beautiful shoes are a little too tight. Suddenly, your spider senses engage
because the predator adjacent to you is aiming for the same item – your item. A battle for your honour now
ensues, complete with speedwalking and the exchange of dirty looks and hairy
eyeballs. Fortunately you are able to pounce first, displaying your obvious
superiority.
This routine is repeated several times throughout your expedition,
making you realise that your suspicions are indeed true: you have superpowers.
Once you have run out of space for the pile of your new
possessions, you stumble towards where you think you parked your car, slightly
weighed down by all your packets. You can’t help but feel a little smug, until
that annoying car guard magically reappears. You are spotted from the opposite
end of the lot, causing the guard to break out into a sprint towards you. As
soon as the guard is close enough, he assaults you with puppy dog eyes. You can’t
help but notice the luminescent vest strapped tightly to his gut. That is when
you realise that your service to humanity for the sake of fashion is embodied
by the silver coin you dig out of your now empty purse and place in his palm.
Seeing this battleground disappear in your rear-view
mirror gives rise to a sense of accomplishment and pride. When faced with
flight or fight, you fought with your life. This makes you a survivor – and a
fashionable survivor at that.