Black Friday

Well, did you survive the holiday?  Are you still knee-deep in a tryptophan-induced coma?  Are you leaking pumpkin from your pores?  Oh…is that just me?  How embarassing. 

We had a wonderful Thanskgiving this year with turkey a’plenty and all the fixin’s.  But even more important than that was the fellowship between family and friends.  Oh, and the sweet potato bake.  That was pretty important.  Wait.  I can’t forget my sister’s homemade rolls.  Very important.   Okay, so there were lots of important things now forcing me to spend some one-on-one time with Richard Simmons this next week.

So, now that all the hubub of Thanskgiving preparedness is over it is now time for Black Friday.  It is now time to spend way more money than I was ever planning to because the crap’s on sale.  “Oh, my God.  They have 400-count packs of Pez dispensers on sale.  It’s a value pack.  We always need Pez dispensers.”  Or, “Hold the phone, people!  They have a special edition Jon Bon Jovi wall clock.  And it’s on sale.  Well, I’m picking that up.’

My sisters and I have alway shopped Black Friday but have never been those nutjobs lined up outside the Walmart at 2:00a.m. 

Until now.

Okay, so it’s not Walmart and it’s not 2:00a.m.  But it is Toys ‘r Us, and it is Midnight.  That’s right.  You heard me.  MIDNIGHT.  I’m that nutjob.  And to be honest, I don’t even know why we’re heading out for that super-duper early bird sale. 

People get crazy at these doorbuster moments.  A few years back my sister-in-law and I joined a hoard of men standing outside a home improvement store to pick up some super cheap items for the hubbies.  As the doors rolled open the mass moved through the opening and with each inch we progressed the more hysterical people got.  I could hear some of these men audibly giggling at the sight of yellow signs with slashed-through prices and bins full of dollar tools.  One man, and I use the term loosely, apparently thought that I was taking a teensy bit too much time and rammed his cart into the back of my heels.   Now, what the poor soul didn’t realize because he was standing behind me was that I was about 6 months pregnant at the time, and if you had read yesterday’s post you will already know that I was not the most emotionally stable pregnant chick.   I gave the fool the benefit of the doubt by believing that he “accidentally” ran into me the first time.  I was wrong.  He pushed that cart into my ankles again and surrounded by a gaggle of hyper men I turned around, faced the fool and proceeded to kick the front of his cart so hard that his “weapon” backfired and knocked him in his own shins.  I gave him a look that said, “Touch me with that damn cart again, moron, and your shins won’t be the only body part bruised.”  Oddly, after turning a corner I never saw the man again.  I thought I saw him standing with a security guard but I can’t be sure.

So, I am heading out to Toys ‘r Us, a veteran of Black Friday brutality, armed for lunacy.  Wish me luck.  Moreover, wish some luck on the poor fool who gets a little antsy with his shopping cart.  I’m wearing my heavy-duty boots.

Mindy

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