…how many of you went shopping at an ungodly hour on Friday morning? Before this year, I’d only done it once, and I swore that I’d never do it again.
Until, that is, I saw the sale flyers. Four a.m. doorbusters! 75% off! These words speak to me. Especially when two of the items I was already planning to buy this season were on sale to a degree so spectacular I couldn’t not go.
And so, Friday at 4:30 am, my alarm went off. I hit snooze twice and still managed to be out the door by 4:50, which should tell you a little about how I looked.
First stop was Wal Mart, and there weren’t quite as many cars outside as I expected. I stood in the Wal Mart parking lot for a moment, pondering our nation’s economic prosperity, and whether the slow retail environment might force the Federal Reserve Board to lower interest rates.
Actually, no. I believe my exact thoughts were something like, "Dang, it’s cold."
Inside, the store was moderately crowded but courteous–I saw no pushing or arguing or body-slamming over the Hokey Pokey Elmo.
I did, however, see a sight that still has me scratching my head. While I was there wearing a thick sweatshirt thrown over my pajama top, there were many women dressed to the hilt. High-heeled boots, chunky jewelry, bright red sweaters. At five in the morning. "Show off," I muttered, as I shuffled past. Okay, not really, but I thought it. Evidently I am not an overflowing fount of Jesus’ love before the sun comes up.
Next stop was…well, I can’t tell you, because my brother reads this blog, and if I say where I went, he might guess what he’s getting. But again, I scored a fantastic bargain in an surprisingly non-crowded store.
My third and final stop was where the real business was taking place. Between 5 am and noon, JoAnn’s had their flannel for 99 cents a yard. It’s regularly $5-$6 a yard. For those of you who don’t sew, you may not know how craft lovers are about their fabric bargains. It’s a little like getting between a momma bear and her cubs. Picture a bunch of bleary-eyed seamstresses heaping bolts and bolts of flannel into their carts, hardly stopping to examine them first. The funny part came as we all stood in line, eyeing each other’s carts, casting irritated glances at our fellow shoppers who HAD THE NERVE to load their basket with twenty bolts of fabric. They should have been much more restrained, like me, who only had EIGHTEEN.
So cutting were the glances that when I came back home and crawled back into bed (oh yes I did), I fell into a deep sleep in which I dreamed that a little old lady and I were in an all-out fight, whacking at each other with fabric bolts like they were light sabres.
Did I mention that I bought enough flannel to make 22 pajama bottoms?
Can you even begin to imagine why any family would need 22 new pairs of pajamas? Neither can I. But when the bargains call, I answer, even when it makes no sense. I guess I’ll just have to insist that this family sleep a whole lot in 2008.
What about you? I’d be interested to hear how many of you braved the crowds and cold to do business on Black Friday. Just for fun, fill in the poll below.