I got it on sale! - Story of a patient shopper

It's like someone peeked inside your brain and created this masterpiece just for you. You've been searching for this your WHOLE life. So...you're buying it, right? RIGHT?

*spoiler alert* You didn't buy it. I didn't either. This is the tale of a patient shopper. Me. And maybe you too.

Infatuation So, I just spotted the most amazing *insert article of choice here*. I am all giggles on the inside, my dreams are coming true. Then, I flip the dangling piece of paper haunting me silently and I see the price. Wow! Or maybe just, huh. Or even better, ooooh! Be it too expensive or not, for some reason I believe it can wait until sale season. It's from the new collection, so...It's fine. It's fine!

A month passes, then a few more weeks and every once in a while I stop by to see my *insert dream come true here*. It's still as pretty as the first time I saw it. I'm gonna buy the heck out of it when sale season hits!

Heartbreak

D-day is approaching...time to visit my boo again, see what's up. Wait. Where...is...it?

I don't see it. It was right here next to this *bla bla*! Why didn't I buy it when I had the chance? It wasn't even expensive!

I rush to the lady behind the counter. There's a repressed tear in my right eye, and the left one is twitching like shivering chihuahua. She explains to me that they've been receiving stuff for the last 2 months. But not anymore. ''End of collection, stupid girl.'' (She doesn't call me stupid, but I can feel the insult oozing from her pores.)

Sale season rolls in. What does it matter? Nothing could replace that beauty. It was perfect. I roam the store...no sight of it. I am a shell of the woman I was before I ever saw it. My sadness is disproportionate to the subject. I recognise it. Leave me be.

Fool's Luck Then, suddenly, after a repeat of the eye twitching incident, I see it across the store.

Could it be the last one? NO WAY. Am I this lucky? It has to be luck, it's certainly not skill. I run to it. I stop. I walk to it. (Don't want to seem desperate.) Tag check. 50% off. Fif-ty. I am a beam of light. I have left my body because this is otherworldly. I hold on to it and never let go. I have dreamed of this item so intensely, and for so long, that I can't even describe why I want it. Like a baby duck, I have imprinted on it, and now I just love it.

I head to the register filled with joy and a misplaced sense of accomplishment. Before I leave, I give the cashier a 'I WIN' look. She doesn't get it. She smiles and wishes me a nice day. Oh, right. She never actually called me stupid. ''Thanks" - I say. "Have a nice day too!''

I swear I'll never take a risk like this again. I'm lying to myself, and I know it.