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November 29, 2007
I experienced my first (and hopefully last) Black Friday last week.
I was shocked at the number of people driving around at 4am on the Friday after Thanksgiving. I also was shocked that I didn’t enter stores and find deals everywhere, waiting to be plucked up. The smart shoppers, I noticed too late, had done their research and brought with them lists of all the discounted things they wanted. Meanwhile, I wandered around in a sleep-deprived haze, my nearly-empty cart containing things that were useless and not even on sale, like two pairs of legwarmers and a backless, strapless bra (I kid you not), staring at everyone wheeling around their carts filled with Unbelievable Bargainz!!! It was too early in the morning for me to form any kind of last-minute plan and so I totally missed out, I’m sure, on some really spectacular deals.
Anyway, I wrote about the whole thing in this week’s Nashville Scene edition of Suburban Turmoil and I’ve reprinted the column here in its entirety for your reading pleasure!
Black Friday
While most of you were sleeping off a turkey overdose last Friday at four a.m., I was answering my front door.
“We’ve been driving around for an hour,” my father announced as he and my mom bustled inside.
“The clocks in our hotel room were wrong and we didn’t realize it until we’d left for your house,” my mom added. “So we went to a convenience store for coffee, but two men were having a fistfight inside. We decided to just skip it.”
“Good call,” I said. “Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” my mom said.
“Well then, let’s go.”
Across the state at that very moment, thousands of brave souls were heading out to their favorite shopping centers. It was Black Friday, a day when stores opened as early as midnight with incredible deals, a day I’d heard about but never had the slightest desire to experience for myself. This year, though, was different. My mom was in town.
My mother and shopping go together like hairspray and the Country Music Awards. While other kids grew up in daycare centers or playing in their backyards, my earliest memories took place in various ladies boutiques, as I amused myself in store windows and under dress racks while my mom shopped. With all that practice, I knew she was the perfect Black Friday sidekick.
I had no real plan of attack that morning, just a vague idea that Wal-Mart was the place to be. Inside, a good hundred people were lined up all the way to the back of the store, each with an empty shopping cart.
“What are y’all waiting for?” my mom asked one young woman.
“All their electronics specials start at five,” she replied. “So everyone’s standing in line to buy them before they run out.”
“Well, what exactly are you trying to get?” my mom wanted to know.
“I have no idea,” she said.
Okay, then. Not willing to stand in line for mystery electronics, Mom and I walked around aimlessly for a while. I remembered seeing a $15 coffeepot in Wal-Mart’s Thanksgiving newspaper insert, so I poked around until I found it. Meanwhile, the clock struck five and electronics began exchanging hands at the front of the store. As I paid for my coffeepot, shoppers headed for the exit tired but triumphant, their carts laden with televisions, computers, digital cameras and mp3 players. A scary amount of them looked like they’d have trouble buying themselves dinner at Applebees, let alone the 42-inch plasma monitors jutting from their shopping carts. I clutched my coffeepot to my chest, feeling lame. It was time to bust this joint in favor of Paradise.
“Let’s go to Target,” I said.
Once there, we stood in a line that stretched to the end of the building. When the doors opened at 6am, I let the hordes sweep me along to the electronics department, where I found The Goonies on DVD. “Only $3.48!” I crowed smugly, holding it aloft like a trophy while the shoppers around me shouted for various digital cameras at a woman behind the counter. Eventually, I found my mom, who was busy guarding a flat-screen TV/DVD player in her cart. “I got it!” she said exultantly. “ This is what everyone was going for, Lindsay! Only $199, when it’s regularly $330!” Of course, neither of us wanted it, but I could tell my mom was excited to have scored one of the last ones available. Eventually, we discarded it in Housewares in favor of a ten-dollar sewing machine. “I can’t believe it!” I said, placing it carefully in my cart. “I really need this sewing machine!”
“It won’t work,” my mom said dismissively. “It’s so cheap, it’s not going to work at all.”
“Yes it will,” I said, irritated. “If it didn’t work, they couldn’t sell it, Mom!”
“Well. If you want to spend your money on something like that…” Mom said, trailing off and ending with a pitying look that I knew all too well. Suddenly, I felt like I was 14 again. Geez, I hated it when she did that. But her attention had already wandered to the display beside the sewing machines. “Now this is something else altogether,” she said. “An electric dustbroom for ten dollars! I could use one of these!” She held it out appraisingly. “What do you think?”
“Well,” I sniffed derisively. “I mean, if you want to spend your money on… a piece of crap….” I said. She looked at me, momentarily surprised, and we both started laughing.
In the end, I bought several bags of junk, while my mom came home with… a headband. That’s right. Three hours of early bird shopping and all the Mall Queen had to show for it was a headband. But maybe that’s what makes her so good. She can see past the crowds and the discounts and realize that she doesn’t need any of it, not as much as she needs that Donna Karan pantsuit currently on sale at Neiman’s, anyway.
And damned if she wasn’t right on the money. My ten-dollar sewing machine? It doesn’t work at all.
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>I’ve never done it. I was sore afraid. But I have a plan with a good friend that next year we’re going to try it, list in hand, and see what it’s all about.
>I went out this time, my first time as well. I did very minimal shopping, and saved quite a bit, although, I went to two stores that I knew wouldn’t be as busy as Target or Best Buy. I kind of think its overrated myself.
>I went to Circuit City to get a particular laptop. We got there at 4:0 and the line was at least 300 people long. By the time I got in there the laptops were sold out. I then proceeded to wander around in a daze while my friend hunted down a bunch of crap for her 12 year old son. I bought a weather radio that wasn’t even on sale. We then went to Toys R Us where I walked in and walked right back out. I couldn’t even breathe due to the sheerr number of people storming the aisles. Never again.
>Girl, you attacked that all wrong! The ads aren’t usually released until Thursday’s paper. (or online at blackfridayads.com – but there aren’t pictures so it takes forever to wade through it all online)I get a paper, sit down and make a pile of all the stores I usually like and toss Lowes/Home Depot and the such that I usually don’t care for all that much. Then I flip through each ad with a marker in hand to circle what I want AND a notebook where I jot it down/what store/price/what time the sale runs from. Often stores will have the same item on sale for different prices. Once I’m down with all that, I review the stores I plan on visiting and make a game plan of which store to hit first. Once that’s all in order, I drop my kids off at my parents to stay overnight, go to sleep for a couple hours until the wee hours of Friday morning, get my husband up and off we go a-shopping. (He hunts so this is our trade off.) He stands in line while I grab exactly what I want and join him. Oh, and I don’t ever get a cart–you get “stuck”. I use a basket so I can easily weave in and out of aisles. Eventually my husband and I met up with my parents for a nice breakfast out and get the kids back. I can usually knock of most, if not all, of my Christmas shopping and get our family some neat gifts for dirt cheap. I do have to say that this year I didn’t think the sales were all that great, but I still did okay.
>This was my first year, too, but I went with my husband who is an old pro. We avoid the electronics stores – I’d rather pay full price than deal with those crowds, shudder! – and hit a sporting goods store that has always had great ski gear. It’s not even for Christmas, it’s just what we do to get the kids outfitted for the season.
>I have never gone out on a Black Friday and hate it. I posted a story about this in my blog though…Hubs went out at 4:30am while I stayed cozy warm in bed. He got us a $200 flat screen 19″ t.v and a I finally got a new printer for 25 bucks. It’s an all in one:) NOT BAD!
>I slept.Much like purchasing presents on Sweetest Day (which I refuse to do) I also beleive there is no bargain out there worth getting up to go shopping at 4 a.m.The only time I have broken this rule is when wife.imp was pregnant. However, I am intrigued about the public displays of ‘Holiday Violence’ and might consider going out for the ‘Show’ next year…
>I avoid Black Friday, My SIL goes every year, I just don’t see anything worth dragging myself out of bed for.
>Interestingly enough, this was the first year in quite a while that I skipped.As a “veteran” I would have to make two observations:1. I am not crazy enough to try for the electronics deals, since those people are too hardcore for me. They actually camp out, and that is not something I will do. Ever. And I like a deal.2. This year, there were no deals worth getting up for (for the people on my list).In years past I had saved enough to make it worth it to me. I often was able to save more than 50% on items that were on my list. Now, the kids are getting older and the things they wanted were not on the deep discounts, so I didn’t go. I did miss the excitement, the “thrill of the hunt.”
>I love black friday but refuse to let it turn me into a monster. If I ever think a deal is worth butting in front of someone or pushing – it will be over for me. I go for the thrill of the hunt and there is something so sweet about a 6am breakfast with hubs after we have been up for hours and have most of our Christmas shopping done. This was the first year that many of the things we wanted were in such demand that people camped out for them and since I live in MN that didn’t sound worth it to me. So we missed out on laptops for our kids (heading off to college soon) but some of the other deals were great and it was fun.
>I didn’t go this year, but my mom talked me into going with her last year. Talk about an exercise in frustration- we went to J C Penny looking for a vacuum cleaner that supposed to be $25.00, only to be stared at blankly by 3 clerks when we asked where it would be found. One actually asked us if the store really sold vacuums and was shocked when we showed her the ad. Needless to say, we didn’t get it. We called our shopping excusion off after this old bat with a hover-chair rammed it into my heavily braced, already injured leg. Her defense? “I wanted to get to that mixer (which I wasn’t even looking at) before you did.” My normally mild-mannered mother told her that if she had reinjured my leg (work injury- 9 weeks in an immobilizer- errrrrgh!), she’d be sent to hell before we were too. (insert big grin here)On the other hand, we did get my dad some flannel pants that he has since worn to shreds and had a really nice breakfast after we gave up the shopping! And my physical therapist was so impressed that I was nuts enough to brave the stores that she cut the torture session in half for the day.
>If by participate, you mean I rolled over and fluffed my pillows and thought, “They are insane”, then yes, I participated.
>I’ve never done it. And I think the same thing as you every time I set foot inside WalMart! Y’all are brave!
>I’d rather die.
>I am a Black Friday shopper, unfortunely. My hubby has made me go for the past 5 years or so. You would think since my daughter was born; I could get a no shopping pass. Nope, if I can not find a sitter, she has to go too. He likes the craziness of it