I found myself on the fourth floor of Eatons, or Sears, or whatever they call it now ... just before Xmas. A loud, tinny, gratingly girly voice announced that customers must please go to the fourth floor and meet under the bright, coloured light ... where a "free gift" would be given out. Customers who had already received a "free gift" today were requested not to present themselves for another one.
Mostly, a few bored twentysomething couples and one or two elderly women hove into sight and gathered beneath the bright, coloured light. The young woman who'd made the announcement herded them around a stage where she started to give a sales pitch, glancing into a box on the table as if it contained the crown jewels, faking a look of delight, and shutting it again.
Oh, the little tease!
I drifted away - even I'm not that desperate. Later, after checking out the toasters and electric kettles, I passed by again and saw the huddled masses, twentysomethings and old women, grasping little plastic spatula things as if their lives depended on it and looking rather pleased.