Why do they call it "Black" Friday?
Black is so sad. The color of mourning. Darkness. Evil.
My experience with Black Friday shopping was none of those things.
I have never gone Black Friday shopping before, but there was a great deal going on these puppies:
A Dyson Animal Vacuum.
Between our 3 animals, we've got our share of animal hair floating around this house and saturating our carpet. Our old vacuum never did a great job, and about 2 weeks ago it lost virtually all of it's suction power. So we were in the market for a new one, and the Dyson was marked off $200 at Target. I decided I would just wake up whenever, and see how I felt in the morning.
So, this morning I rolled over and saw 5:45 on the clock. I contemplated with Andy for a bit whether I should go or not. I figured since I was awake, I might as well give it a shot. I threw on some clothes and was out the door by 5:55.
Around 6:05 I rolled into the Target parking lot. As I'm driving toward the front, a van leaves its parking spot so I pull right into a spot near the entrance. This was my first stroke of good luck.
I weaved my way through the crowds people to the vacuum aisle, and alas, there were no Dyson Animals there. I double checked all the vacuums to make sure, and then started to walk back out. Then I realized maybe the specials were on the ends of the aisle, so I walked back to the end cap of the vacuum aisle. And there before me, was ONE left on the shelf. I grabbed it, and headed for the line.
Now, the line looked to be my biggest obstacle. It wrapped all around the store, up and down all the aisles, I couldn't even estimate how many people were in it. 200? 300? I found the back of the line and stepped in. 10 seconds later, I was approached by a manager.
"Ma'am, are you just buying the one item?"
"Yup, this is it."
"Ok, why don't you just go up to the pharmacy counter. They'll take care of you."
So I strolled over to the pharmacy counter, where 2 people were in line in front of me. TWO. I waited about 5 minutes, checked out and headed back to the car.
I pulled back into the garage at 6:30 and went up to the bedroom. Andy called from bed:
"No luck, huh?"
And I crawled right back under the covers and told him the story.
My Friday, so far, is not so black.