Yesterday I went to Patong, the bustling city in Thailand known for its nightlife, beaches, and… fake designer bags. At first I was really excited to find one of these bags as they were always a dream of mine, but the closer I got to the stores the more I could feel my excitement transform into apprehension.
I asked a few locals about where to find the best designer knock-offs and of course they were able to point me in the right direction. As I ventured further down the winding streets of Patong, I could feel the hot tropical sun beaming down on me. I started to question my decision, “Will I really be able to tell the difference between a fake and the real thing?”.
Eventually I stumbled upon a small shop on the corner of a dimly lit alley. “This must be the right place”, I thought to myself. Walking in, I saw an array of fake designer bags and I was sort of taken aback. The exquisite craftsmanship on the bags was nothing like I had ever seen. I ran my fingers over the different materials, shapes and sizes, and I suddenly felt a rush of excitement.
But, once I started to ask prices, that excitement was quickly replaced with a harsh reality. “No way I can afford these”, I thought to myself sadly. I left the store with a sense of defeat and a bit of anger. Most of those bags were close enough in quality to the real thing, but the price difference was astounding. I just couldn’t justify spending all that money on something fake.
The whole experience left me with a bitter taste in my mouth and a tough decision to make. Do I go for a fake designer bag that looks close enough to the real thing, or do I save up and buy the real one? It’s tough when you have to gravitational pull of the fake, but the pride of the real. Which is the wiser decision? I’m still not sure.