Yes, the above title should be sung to the tune of Amy Winehouse’s Rehab song…because shopping Black Friday is enough to put you into rehab or cardiac arrest or a coma. I refuse to do it. No. You cannot make me. All the pretty flyers in Sunday’s paper will not induce me to leave my house on Black Friday. They may induce something else…
I believe once upon a time Black Friday was a good idea; the shoppers got some great deals and the retailers made their bottom line for the year. But not anymore. It has devolved into a death-causing mass panic attack to be the first to snag a 50″ HD tv or the latest in video game consoles. People are literally being trampled to death to save money. No thank you.
In my area, they have published the opening times of the stores as follows:
Target: 6am; Best Buy: 5am; the local mall: 6am; Home Depot: 6am; Kohl’s: 4am – YES 4am; Lowe’s: 6am;
Sears: 4am; and here’s the best — Old Navy: 3am. That’s right — 3-flippin’o’clock in the middle of the night so some sale-crazed nutcase can barrel their way through untold other nutcases to snag a flippin’ hoodie.
What have we become?
I will be spending Black Friday at home relaxing after a nice Thanksgiving spent with my family. I may work on my Pay It Forward craft projects, or read a book and it’s for sure I’ll be on Twitter. Where I won’t be is at ANY store — I don’t care how good the sale is!
C’mon Cyber Monday — that one I’m ready for; got my laptop working (keeping fingers crossed), my comfy chair, and my credit card at the ready. And Devoted Spouse has been counseled about the importance of delivering the coffee.