Sale Fever

A lone woman, dressed up in an abaya with her long black hair flowing passes by, shopping bags in each hand from different brand stores, casually strolling, looking left and right at the different clothes in the shop windows. The scent of perfume follows her, touching all those she passes by. A large man walks, with his long hair sticking out from underneath an Addidas cap, a Gap t-shirt and sandwashed blue jeans. He pushes a baby stroller, walking by his wife in her fashionable high heels, flashy skirt and expensive top, again with shopping bags in hand. Without the wife and baby stroller, you would never actually guess he was a father. Some children run around in the corner, playing some sort of childrens game, joyfully screaming, causing a little bit of a fuss.

Shop shelves full of clothes, discounted stocks waiting to be picked up by the relentless shoppers. Store windows screaming out Sale, Discount, 25%, 50%, 75%. Offers on different products, special promotions, exclusive deals stand out and lure the innocent buyers, turning them into money dispensing addicts.

The shopping mall lights shine bright, and the place is filled with life and noise, from the families walking around, the children running playing games, the occasional crying baby, the music playing through the mall speakers. Different smells fill up the area, with the scent of oversprayed perfume on the occasional self-conscious woman, the aroma of different food joints leaking from the food court, and the smell of brand new clothes in each shop. Another dollar spent, another buyer satisfied, another shopper happy; another beginning to another Sale season.