What Did We Do Before Groupon

Could somebody tell me what we all did before Groupon and Vouchercloud? I mean, seriously, how did we cope before astounding, indispensable deal of the day websites came about?

Where did we go to find all of the amazing “15% off hot stone massage” offers? Just think of all of the wasted hours searching in vain for the best place to get semi-permanent eyelash extensions at a discounted price.

Of course, I know that this penchant for a good bargain is my own downfall.  It’s entirely my fault that my inbox is sagging under the weight of all the useless deals that I’m inundated with each morning.

And yes it’s true; I was the one who signed myself up to all these websites in the first place, no one twisted my arm. I could just unsubscribe I suppose or I could just chuck the daily email from KGBdeals.com strait into my junk mail but something stops me every time.

It’s like gambling, I’m addicted, that’s right; my names Lucinda and I’m a Woucha-holic.  I can’t deny myself the day-to-day thrill - the racing heart, the sweaty palms the eternal and unfailing optimism that I might wake up one morning to find the King of Deals. Like, perhaps, the government, in a fit of whimsy, are offering 90% off tuition fees next year - but the offer only stands for 24 hours! 

And I’m not the only one who’s addicted; I woke up on Valentines Day to a voucher entitling me to a deep carpet clean for one room and stairs (I’ve heard nothing says sexy like a thoroughly clean carpet). I can’t complain though when enrolled the boyfriend in a fourteen-week beginners burlesque class – how could I resist at 30% off.

We did take advantage of the discounts available on Voucher Cloud and went for a lovely meal. The only problem is we didn’t have the appropriate technology to print out the voucher so we had to stop by our local polish internet cafe on the way; that was a highlight. Not to mention the look you get from the waiter when you present it, crumpled and sorry looking from your pocket at the end of the meal. You just can’t buy that kind of romance.

But no matter how much I look down in scorn on the more ignorant people wasting their precious pennies on things they just don’t need I’ll still be opening my emails tomorrow with baited breath just on the off chance that the deal I’ve been wishing for is waiting for me in my inbox.