For those unconcerned with the financial statements of huge department stores, would understandably deduct that the name "Black Friday" was coined by observing the moods of shoppers and those dragged along with said shoppers as stress levels spike and people find themselves going to extreme methods to save a few bucks on sweaters they would never be caught dead in. We found ourselves in the mad rush this morning -- not quite along with the crazies (the 4 AMers) -- but just behind -- and as soon as we took the exit towards Pearland we wondered what on earth possessed us to leave our nice warm beds on a vacation Friday to shop. Yes, to shop.
We had a mission though. Luke and I needed one thing and the newspaper ads promised us that we would get the best deal of the year if only we would drag ourselves out into the madness for just a little while. Our mission? A Christmas Tree. I was hit with the "Christmas Bug" this year and I have found myself more excited for Christmas this year than I can ever remember -- and I convinced Luke that our Christmas season cannot begin without a tree. I figured with only one thing on our list, we could be in and out, right? Little did I know, that "in and out" simply does not exist on Black Friday. The term ceases to have meaning on this one day.
After treking all over town looking for a tree that didn't look too fake or wasn't too expensive or wasn't too tall or too short (it was like the city version of our tradition of looking for the perfect tree behind our house, only a lot less fun) we finally ended up with the very first tree that we looked at 5 hours previously.
As we tiredly returned home, Luke and I made a vow to each other that next year, no matter what, we will wake up on the fourth Friday of November at a very late hour, make ourselves some pancakes and pity all the pathetic shoppers who just could not resist a few terrific marketing schemes.
July
8 years ago
