Beauty company Sephora opened in Sydney today. And, because this is Australia and we react to new international stores like a pack of rabid dogs during a feeding frenzy, we lost our collective minds.
Now, I don’t know about you but I’d rather be forced to watch a High School Musical marathon on repeat than queue up for hours for the privilege of spending my own money and possibly being trampled by frantic shoppers. But in that, apparently, I’M the crazy one.
Because this is what the lines at Sephora looked like today:
Image via the Sephora Australia Facebook page.
Some of these masochists people even camped overnight. In actual tents. In the pouring rain. And there were hundreds of them. HUNDREDS! All people who would rather spend the night being wet and miserable than miss out on some new cosmetics – which will still be there tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.
Why do we do it to ourselves? Why can’t we just calm the f*ck down when it comes to new stores? Because this happens all the time. Think Zara. Topshop. H&M. Every new Apple store and Apple product, ever. And now, Sephora.
I bit the bullet and visited H&M at Macquarie Centre in North Ryde last weekend. It had opened in October, so I thought I was well and truly safe. I thought the madness would have calmed down and that it would be a breeze. Fool! How wrong I was. Within minutes I had to stop myself curling up into a foetal position and slowly rocking back and forth, crying.
Actually getting through the store to find the clothes was excruciating. Then there was the 45-minute queue for the change rooms. Followed by the even longer queue to pay for the damn things.