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Column: Tales from a Black Friday convert
by Savannah Weeks
November 23, 2012 02:36 PM | 2724 views | 0 0 comments | 15 15 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Picture this: two upper middle class soccer moms in their late 30s or early 40s head out the day after Thanksgiving to pick up a few Christmas gifts for the kids on Black Friday.

While typically mild-mannered and easy-going, these two just happen to both be eyeing the very last “Tickle-me-Elmo,” Holiday Barbie or baseball card collection Walmart has in stock. The toy company already said they wouldn’t make any more of this particular model this year, and it’s all little Johnny or little Suzie has been able to talk about for six months.

Now imagine the scene that ensues. The women both grasp for the box. One pulls one way, and the other mom pulls in the other direction. To distract the other mom, the one with the most wit or determination may step on her foot. While she gets the toy for a minute, Mom #2 isn’t going down without a fight.

By the time the two have finished throwing their respectable temper tantrums, there are long acrylic nails and chunks of frosted hair lying on the ground under the shelf where the destroyed and once-coveted toy sat early this morning.

Shockingly enough, stories like this are told on the local news stations every year around this time.

Because of these stories, friends’ experiences and maybe just laziness, I have never been shopping on this infamous day, thinking I was taking some sort of stance on the whole situation – shopping the day after giving thanks for what we already have. The irony – who does that? The fact that our society even had a name for this day of sales turned my stomach.

As a reporter, however, I was forced to throw myself into the chaos to update shoppers and non-shoppers alike on the status of parking availability and more on Black Friday.

Being the avid bargain shopper that I am, of course, I couldn’t help but notice all the deals while I was out reporting.

“Wow, 50 percent off until 1 p.m.?” I thought to myself as I browsed through the shoe section at a department store, looking for some haggard shopper to interview.

Later, I spotted a pair of earrings that are just my sister’s style and would probably take care of all my Christmas shopping for her.

And then I realized I had been sucked into the very eye of the materialistic hurricane I had protested for so long.

All my moral high ground crumbled beneath the slashed prices.

Truth be told, I’ll probably head back to those department stores as soon as I get off work today to snag some last-minute day-after Thanksgiving deals.

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