I saved. By not shopping. Saved my sanity.
“Blog about Black Friday”, my wife says. And I was all like, ummm…why? Nobody cares about Black Friday. It’s over.
And that’s when the feeling of relief set in. BAM! It hit me. Yep, when I realized it was over. No more rude people. No cursing. Shoving. Yelling. Arguing. Grabbing. Trampling. Black Friday is exactly that, a dark and evil time. All you people waiting in line for 6 hours - many of you deserve an ugly card. Yep, you. Because you feel like you’re entitled to something. Really?
Don’t be hatin’ on me for picking up the last thinger-bobber that you waited in line for, just because you stopped and grabbed a doo-hickey on the way in to save $2. You are owed nothing. Now, go put on your nice face, say you’re sorry, and be grateful. Remember “grateful”? You sure talked it up yesterday. I completely boycott Black Friday. There’s nothing in a retail store that’s worth dangling my sanity off of the crazy cliff for. I’d rather just jump. If you were part of the madness today, I hope you were civil.
Did you venture out in the chaos of Black
Death Friday? If so, did you wait until the unruly mobs had cleared?