The day after Thanksgiving is the busiest shopping day of the entire year, and it’s not called Black Friday for nothing. So it’s off to the mall with a gazillion other people to beat the rush. (There’s a problem in logic here that I won’t even begin to tackle).
The doors of many stores, including several Madison Avenue icons, open at six in the morning, with hundreds of people—even thousands—huddled outside long before dawn, waiting to storm the first floor in a bargain hunting frenzy. I’d rather wait to the last minute and buy Aunt Mimi a cheap bottle of Manslaughter perfume than get trampled or gored by the holiday stampede. Injuries are quite prevalent as we attempt to buy presents to usher in the season of peace and goodwill.
It’s no different from the ritual at Pamplona. Gates are opened, and people run wild. Machismo carries the day, regardless of the gender of the shopper. The only thing missing is Ernest Hemingway taking it all in from a bar, drinking a daiquiri.
Happy Thanksgiving. Be safe.
(Picture: Public Domain)
The doors of many stores, including several Madison Avenue icons, open at six in the morning, with hundreds of people—even thousands—huddled outside long before dawn, waiting to storm the first floor in a bargain hunting frenzy. I’d rather wait to the last minute and buy Aunt Mimi a cheap bottle of Manslaughter perfume than get trampled or gored by the holiday stampede. Injuries are quite prevalent as we attempt to buy presents to usher in the season of peace and goodwill.
It’s no different from the ritual at Pamplona. Gates are opened, and people run wild. Machismo carries the day, regardless of the gender of the shopper. The only thing missing is Ernest Hemingway taking it all in from a bar, drinking a daiquiri.
Happy Thanksgiving. Be safe.
(Picture: Public Domain)
9 comments:
Every year when the Running w/Bulls thingie happens, my husband swears he'll be there the next time they do it. This has been going on since I married him. Frankly, I think he's lost his mind. I wouldn't be caught dead out there.
I feel the same about Black Friday. I avoid it like the pox.
Every time a HUGE shop with ridiculously low bargain prices open here, some hundreds of people gather the preceding night to be the very first at the opening. Every time there are casualties and some deaths, even.
I don't get it.
On a second thought, people deserve it for themselves.
Greed invokes death and injuries; and cruel as I may sound, not unjustly so.
My sister can throw elbows with the best of them.
Not me, though.
I go into my shop and make stuff out of stuff that I had left over from other stuff.
That's true--deaths actually occur. We humans!
Elbows. LOL. The Saints could use a few linemen with that ability.
Yeah, he knows people die. But the fool still insists on going. Like I said, he's crazy! :-)
Thanks for linking me!
I'd like to link you too.
Can you think of anything forest-related as a pseudonym for you?
szelsofa, mmmm, let's see. A pseudonym relating to trees .... Connifer? I always liked those syllables. Or is that too silly or short? Maybe an Indian name, like Lives in the Canopy :) I was always intrigued by that top level of a rain forest, a world unto itself, like nature's penthouse apartment. So cool.
I think bull fighting is cruel to begin with. Everyone I've known who has attended one was sickened by the spectacle.
Than 'Lives in the Canopy' shall be it.
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