When something’s stolen from you, right off your feet practically, there’s only one thing to do.
I was notified of an amazing sale on 6pm.com the other day. The RSVP brand was going to list all of their shoes at $6.95 precisely at midnight. It was only 10:30 at the time so I immediately went over there to scope out the situation. I wasn’t in love with any of the shoes I saw, but lo and behold! their boots were going to be on sale too! I could find me some boots that looked half decent for $6.95.
The first issue was finding any styles that were still available in my size. This sale must have been to completely eliminate their stock because I could barely find anything to fit. One pair of boots remained in my size, that looked remotely cute. They were something like this:
So, squeal with me, as I remember that I put them in my shopping cart and waited the forever long time until midnight. As the minutes ticked slowly towards 12:00 I kept refreshing my page. Yes, the boots were still in my cart and no, the sale had not started early.
Finally! It was midnight! I refreshed the page! The boots were still in my cart! Wait. Wha? The sale wasn’t on. What was going on?
I waited until 12:01. No sale.
12:05. No sale.
I had been dreading this in the back of my mind and now my fears were being realized. The sale was not going to begin until midnight, Pacific time. That’s 3:00 am for me. Resigned at the horrible misfortune of living on the East Coast (and I will never say or write that again. Get a good look.) I closed my computer and decided not to wake up in the middle of the night to get these $6.95 boots.
I know. Sometimes I don’t think things through enough. Sometimes I’m just not smart. Sometimes I’m a horrible sale shopper. I need therapy (wait).
I woke up, earlier than normal, but still not at 3am. This computer doesn’t take long to boot up at all so it didn’t take me but one minute to realize my mistake. And my boots had been stolen from me, almost right off my feet. I am painfully aware that what you place in your online basket is not really yours until the electronic payment has made its way through the ether. Especially if it was really good sale stuff. Just ask Gymboree why I will never shop online with them ever again (I do get bitter every once in a while).
So, when something’s stolen from you, practically right off your feet, there’s only one thing to do.
I went shopping.
DSW was kind enough to send me a consolation email. They had no clue they were consoling me, but I give them all the credit. A cute little clutch purse was mine for the taking.
All I had to do was buy $20 worth of product. At a shoe website?
Not. a. problem.
I quickly forgot the what’sthename boots from my shopping brain fart and found these babies:
Not quite $7. But I did get them majorly on sale anyway (over half off). And I got that cute clutch for free (in that cool grey color). And I got free shipping. Yay me!
So, all’s well that ends well. And all’s fair in love and shopping wars. Let bygones be bygones. And all those other sayings.