I’m still recovering from my turkey coma, so bear with me here.
I was on my way to work and saw, well, mayhem is the only way I can describe it. You see, I live near a big mall and Target and Walmart (they’re not close to one another, until you take into account I can cut through a park to get to all three within a minute) and, as you may have seen on the news (or your calendar, if you’re one of those people) that Friday was that little old thing called “Black Friday”. And people get a little… crazy on Black Friday.
Me? I don’t get it. Still don’t. But then, I do most of my shopping online.
So anyway, as I was on my way to work, there was a wall of people surging to the entrance of Target. There were cops. There were lines. There was utter, incomprehensible mayhem.
It was a thing of beauty, seeing how well evolution has treated humans– oh, wait. Sale! Sale!!
sigh
I felt bad for making fun of the hundreds and thousand of people there for about five seconds before I remembered that these people choose to do this. I don’t understand it, really. Okay, I do understand a little, but I can’t find a good reason for it. To save some money? Or is it to be a part of something bigger? Something commercialized? It’s hard to get behind a crowd mentality when you have so little in common with the crowd.
So did you go Black Friday shopping? Did you have to mace someone this year?
Jason Córdova 
Why would I feel bad about mocking the sad, wretched scum?
The other way to look at it is that I’m broke, and if I couldn’t go out and buy cheap stuff on Black Friday, I couldn’t give my nieces and nephews the Christmas I wanted to. I spent $20 on what should have cost about $80 – it makes a difference. Yeah, there was a line, and yeah, I stood in it for an hour before the store opened, but I sorta enjoyed it. How often do you get to run through Target like you’re doing Supermarket Sweep? (Please tell me you remember that show)