This one time at Writer's Camp…
Black Friday Mayhem
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!!
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?