Description
It was eight O’clock in the morning, the first streak of daylight brought with a fresh glimmer of excitement as January sales began. Snotty-nosed and eager faces peer through the huge windows into the 4 story shop. Mannequins gazing blandly outside the shop windows, naked as all the clothes have been sold. In the queue, people chatting about all sorts. Their faces lit up with joy when the shop lights turned on and the escalators begin to move. The grill moves back revealing the glory of the shop like a stage curtain.
The crown finally gain entrée and begin to disperse into different sections, their faces lit up with anticipation. Ten minutes into opening time and the shop was already overflowing. People queuing to step onto the escalators begin to show irritation as their long-felled bargain became more remote. Two young men dressed designer attire raced over towards the stone island clothe section, where an eight hundred pound bomber jacket was now displayed for five hundred pound, busting to try it on, they grab one sleeve each but the heavy metal chains preventing any attempt to remove it from the rail without a key.
Over in the jeans section an array of jean-clad legs suspended by heavy metal chains dangle over shelves of neatly stacked jeans: Armani jeans, true religion and Levis, in multi coloured shades of grey, blue and black. A middle aged man with a large stomach begins to discard one pair of jeans after another desperately trying to locate his size, 40 inch waist. Triumphantly he seizes the only pair at the bottom and walks off, leaving a frosty faced shop assistant to rearrange his mess.
Prominently displayed in a section of the store are the Hugo boss suits, hanging from a rail. While the individual components of the designer suits are carefully arranged. A pompous assistant jealously guarded the suits. One customer had picked up one of the display suits and went to try it on. The pompous assistant was twitching nervously whilst...