Most "sales" aren't really bargains. Merchants knock off a little bit of their profit margin and call it a "sale". Sometimes they merely bring prices down to what they ought to be from their ghastly inflated prices.
Today the local Merwyns had a real sale. Prices were down to a quarter or less of the usual mark. So I scooted to the mall (between rain showers). Trouble is, I wasn't the only one who knew about that sale. Everyone in town was there, loading up with all they could carry. On my scooter I could barely get through the crowds, and I couldn't get near the counters piled high with goods. I finally found one shirt my size that I would have liked. It was a $24 dollar shirt marked down to $6. I could have saved $18, Wow.
But the line at the cashier was so long that I decided not to wait. How long would you stand in line if they were PAYING you $18, I asked myself. So, even though I sit (on my scooter) while I am "standing" in line, I decided not to buy. I laid the shirt on a nearby counter and scooted out. "I didn't want that shirt, anyway," I told myself.
As long as I was there, I thought I might as well go to the drug store for sardines, diet seven-up, and "c" cells. Alas, they were out of sardines in oil, seven-up was no less than the local market, and C cells were over two dollars each. I left empty handed.
It was a good to get out for a while.