The Clearance Sale Syndrome

                                        The clearance sale syndrome

          I don’t much care for these Ads  any more– the clearance sale thing, not after my bitter experience last week.

          It was my friend  PK who persuaded me to go to the clearance sale shop.. He seemed fully captivated by it.  “:Always wait for this opportunity,” he would say. “You get things cheap there. Get the maximum for your money.  OK?” 

         You know PK is a  compulsive kind of chap; he would always make you do what he wants you to do. That’s how I found myself in a ready made clothes shop hoping to fill my wardrobe for the whole year.  And as luck would have it, PK too was present at the shop.  “Hey,  you never told me you are visiting this shop today?” I enquired of him.  “I know.  What a coincidence, eh?  Come along, Let’s  grab shirts and pants and what not…?”  He didn’t let me talk but dragged me  to the rows and rows of shelves.

         I  never realised that I had spent over two hours collecting all kinds of attires, including under wears and vests. And I held two huge paper bags bulging in all directions.  “You bought such a lot, man?” PK remarked quizzically feeling happy that he  was the brain behind the whole idea. “How shall we go home?”

         “Not to worry, my car is here,” the friend apprised.

        The one thing I dread to step in is PK’s good old vintage car.  Henry Ford, had he been alive, would have gone head over heels at seeing the  50 year old jalopy still running. “It has never failed me,” PK boasted. “Except for the starting part of it, I suppose,” I had added  before he pronounced his next sentence.