Yes, I participated in Black Friday. It was the first time I have ever participated in Black Friday on purpose. I even “supported” a store that was open all day on Thanksgiving and started it’s big sales at ten p.m THAT DAY! My sisters convinced me to go with them and Hubby almost came, but when he realized there would be lines, he bailed. He made the right choice. “Lines” does not even cover it. It does not do justice to the waiting. And waiting. And waiting. To the heaving body that is the crowd. To the narcissistic brats (censoring myself here) that cut in front of you. To the complaining about having to wait in line as if we ALL weren’t waiting in line. And to that woman at register 2 who was there for at least 20 minutes. I don’t know how long she was actually at the register because after using 5 different credit cards (all of which were denied), and having a host of employees (who obviously had better things to do) crowding around her, and finally pulling out cash, which must not have been enough because the transaction STILL didn’t end, our line was redirected to Customer Service.
Yes, I did Black Friday. From 9:40 p.m. when we left my house until 4:something a.m. when I fell into bed. That time was spent driving, getting pulled over, driving, waiting in line, waiting in line, waiting in line (3 different lines at just one store!), driving, getting snacks, drinking soda (gotta stay caffeinated!) shopping, trying on clothes, and driving.
When we were driving down the hill I got pulled over for forgetting to turn down my “brights” when passing a car that happened to be a cop. It was totally on accident and I felt bad really bad at the time, but of course that doesn’t matter when you bright a cop who “does not like the lights hurting his eyes.” Luckily I didn’t get a ticket. It was the fourth time, by the way, that I’ve gotten pulled over and I’ve still never gotten a ticket! But it was still embarrassing. Especially because he asked me where I was going “in such a hurry” and I just laughed politely, thinking it was a rhetorical question.
Then he guessed, “Black Friday?”
Sheepishly I said, “Yeah.”
“What store are you going to?”
“A lot of places.”
“Where are you going first?”
Why does he care so much?? I hesitated and then finally said. “…Walmart.”
I couldn’t believe I got pulled over while “in a hurry” to get to Walmart. I hate Walmart. BUT…I did get a flat screen TV for $188. That’s why I was “in a hurry” to get to Walmart. Even if I did have to endure the pulsing crowd, the mounds and mounds of stuff, and the “interesting” clientele for 3 hours and 20 minutes.
P.S. The police officer asked why I was in a hurry because according to him I was driving too fast, although he couldn’t get a lock on my speed. “The speed limit is 55,” he reminded me. As if I could go 55 around those curves. Whatever.