Tales from the “Black”

As I sat at the dining table yesterday afternoon, pouring over Black Friday ads in the newspaper, I decided to start a list of must-haves. Rob and I agreed on a few things from four different stores and decided that I would head to the stores that opened at midnight and he would catch the ones that opened at 5am.

My first store had sales beginning at 10pm. No problem. Knowing it would only take me about 2 minutes to get there, I decided to leave the house at about 9:40. On the short drive over, I imagined a nice shopping experience, browsing through decorations, viewing possible gifts. I was looking forward to a quiet night of shopping by myself. At least I was until I rounded the corner…

Cars were backed up forever. They were lining both sides of the main street. The parking lot was packed. People were everywhere. I almost changed my mind, but the little voice inside my head was saying how bad could it be? I found a parking space all the way down a side road, walked my way in the dark to the main doors and…W.O.W. Oh, I thought to myself, so that’s how bad it can be.

I totally underestimated the ruthlessness of Black Friday shoppers.

There was no browsing to be done. One could hardly move. I had four things on my list. Two of them were already gone. I ended up with a game that wasn’t exactly the one I was hoping for, a doll that I hadn’t even planned on getting, and cat treats. I’m not sure it was worth the hour it took me to get through the check-out line, but I was already there so I didn’t see a point in leaving without my finds.

My second store was even worse. I say that because I never even made it in the door. When I had left the house earlier in the evening, I had told Rob that I would be home in between stores. With he second stop not opening until midnight, I figured I would have plenty of time. Shows what I know. As it was, by the time  I made it to store #2, it was already 11:20 and the line at the door was all the way down the strip mall and around the corner. Not only was my jacket not warm enough, but all I had planned to get was another game and some jeans for the boys. I opted to go home instead.

Rob was much more successful this morning, but even he missed out on some items. Apparently things disappear quickly when several hundred people are climbing over each other to get to them. Who knew, right? Rob said I am not aggressive enough for Black Friday. Perhaps not. Perhaps next year I will stay in my warm home, drinking hot chocolate, watching a movie. Or perhaps I will attempt it again. Only I will show up three hours early, dressed up in my winter best, game face on. 

It could happen, right? At least Remington liked his treats…

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!