PH and I had a brief moment of insanity Thanksgiving evening. PH did an incredible job with the meal.
The dishes were all graciously done by our family members. Our full bellies were sitting up high as we lay like beached belugas on the couch.
It was then that we started egging each other on to see just what a store had to offer in the way of Pre-Black-Friday deals. What is this midnight opening thing all about anyway? We were tentative, but curious.
Now, mind you, I had spent the days prior kvetching about consumerism and greed taking over Thanksgiving, like it was some redhaired stepchild of Christmas (no offense, if you’re a redhead).
Although I’m not anti-consumer like this sign above suggests, I was feeling a bit down on the whole thing. This isn’t what Christmas is about at all and the crazed shopping seems to bring the worst out in people. Somehow, some way, in the midst of our collective guilt that we didn’t have the big ticket items for the girls yet, we began pounding coffee in shot glasses so we could be alert for our late night departure. “Late” being 10:00 pm (yes, it’s lame, I know…but getting up at 5:00 every day has slowly turned me into pumpkin status at 9:30).
So..fast forward..we’re driving towards “commerce land”, submerged in our naivete’ with statements like, “Maybe there’ll be just a few of us yahoos sauntering towards the electronic section” and “There won’t be any big lines, right?”
Ooooo… ignorance is most certainly bliss.
To our horror, the line at Best Buy was the entire length of the outside shopping mall. There were TENTS! TENTS, friends! Goodness, it’s a sport, this bargain hunting thing. At Target, our Mecca for all things Blair Girl, we found the same story.
There was moaning in our minivan.
There was more kvetching.
There was an air of disgust in the car…disgust that we chose to participate in the first place (what were we thinking?) and general disdain for all things Black Friday related.
We promptly turned the car around…with a vow to not ever participate in this craziness again.
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The next day I did some digging in the closet of self righteousness and found my soapbox.
I hopped on it and began my soliloquy around breakfast table against the running down (in a Monster Truck fashion) of a holiday which is supposed to be a reprieve from all the commercial mess. You know that there were Target worker bees there all day setting up when they should have been home enjoying their families. What happened to the days of needing another stick of butter for the mashed potatoes, but having to borrow from a neighbor because the grocery store was closed?
I miss those days.
I also miss having a phone that would just ring and ring because I WASN’T HOME and there were no such things as answering machines.
Do you miss those days? Do you miss them for your children who never even knew them?
I know, I know..progress can be good..and heaven knows they’ll have to pry my iPhone from my cold dead fingers (or whatever the gadget will be when I’m 90) and I can enter the land of ”early adopter” status with the best of ‘em…but there are days that I want us
Back to a Thanksgiving evening filled with board games and Charlie Brown specials….
…a second helping of pie and some good ‘ole conversation around the sectional. I refuse to get caught up in it next year. After reading about some brawls that took place in Walmart parking lots with no spots left on Thursday night and other violent happenings, I am definitely staying put…until Sunday..or Monday.
Thanks for letting me vent.
What are your thoughts on this Black Friday madness?
Hope you and yours had a woooonderful holiday.
So thankful for each of you!