The concept of Black Friday confounds me. My family has never been big on holidays, especially Thanksgiving. We get together to eat, but the emotion that you see in movies or Folgers Coffee commercials is kinda phoned in when it comes to us. There's usually not enough gas left in the tank to hang out together the day after Thanksgiving, which is probably why I never heard of Black Friday until college.
This girl asked me what my plans were for Thanksgiving and Black Friday. I had the same pause in my brain that you get when someone uses a word that you don't know. The first thing that popped in my head was Good Friday. Maybe Black Friday was a Roman Catholic holiday. Perhaps it's the day that the first Bible scripture was written. Not wanting to sound stupid, I said, "Oh we go to church." I kinda liked the girl and would've said anything at that point.
When I got back to the room I "Altavista'd" Black Friday (Google wasn't popular yet). I liked my assumption better. I am too cheap to appreciate Black Friday. It's counterintuitive, I know. You'd think that I'd be first in line to buy something, but instead I find myself angry at the realization of just how much retailers markup their products. If you can sell me this TV for $150 today, then why in the hell were you trying to sell it to me for $500 last week?
I understand business, profit margins, marketing psychology and all of that. I know that you're only doing it to lure people in when you probably only have five in stock, but still...it's the principle of the thing. "It's principalities, Smokey." I'm not standing in line for hours just so that I can get inside and fight people for the right to hand you my money. Not while Amazon has the same deals online and I can do it from my house. lol
To those of you patient enough to do it...Happy Hunting. For the lazy, cheap and arrogant bastards like myself...Have another swim in your money bin.
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