Happy Black Friday?!!!!!
As has become a habit over the last three weeks, I flipped the television on before getting up the nerve to put my feet on the floor.
"Happy Black Friday!!!!" the announcer screamed.
My head almost hit the ceiling. He was actually screaming. What an idiot.
When did it become a holiday?
The announcer was absolutely giddy about the prospect of saving money through his exhaustive system of getting to the right store at precisely the right moment. They showed people camped out. They showed footage of long lines and they interviewed a couple of the "shoppers".
Everyone was so freaking excited.
I tried to figure out if there was anything I would lie in a parking lot to get.
Springsteen tickets in New Jersey?
Nope, not even those. I'd wait it out and then just call a scalper.
Then they showed the doors open at one of the Target stores. Men, women and children were busting through with their arms raised in a victory salute.
Are you freaking kidding me?
When the empire finishes crashing down at least we will have footage of the near end.
Happy Black Friday?!!!
Of course, I must admit that my wife is out there somewhere. She passed by me this morning muttering a question about helping me get things set up for the morning, but she had a mug of coffee and a few newspaper ads.
"I'm all set," I said.
Of course, I have a real busy morning planned.
I have to figure out how in the hell to appear interested after she tells me about running into an old lady, fighting with some jerk at Wal-Mart, and the $11 she saved on a video game that will end up being chewed by the dog.
I know it's good for the economy. I know that some people enjoy it.
That's not to say I have to understand it.
"Happy Black Friday!!!!" the announcer screamed.
My head almost hit the ceiling. He was actually screaming. What an idiot.
When did it become a holiday?
The announcer was absolutely giddy about the prospect of saving money through his exhaustive system of getting to the right store at precisely the right moment. They showed people camped out. They showed footage of long lines and they interviewed a couple of the "shoppers".
Everyone was so freaking excited.
I tried to figure out if there was anything I would lie in a parking lot to get.
Springsteen tickets in New Jersey?
Nope, not even those. I'd wait it out and then just call a scalper.
Then they showed the doors open at one of the Target stores. Men, women and children were busting through with their arms raised in a victory salute.
Are you freaking kidding me?
When the empire finishes crashing down at least we will have footage of the near end.
Happy Black Friday?!!!
Of course, I must admit that my wife is out there somewhere. She passed by me this morning muttering a question about helping me get things set up for the morning, but she had a mug of coffee and a few newspaper ads.
"I'm all set," I said.
Of course, I have a real busy morning planned.
I have to figure out how in the hell to appear interested after she tells me about running into an old lady, fighting with some jerk at Wal-Mart, and the $11 she saved on a video game that will end up being chewed by the dog.
I know it's good for the economy. I know that some people enjoy it.
That's not to say I have to understand it.
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