Spending Thanksgiving Outside Best Buy
So there they sit, some in small tents made for beach use or out in the woods, freezing their @ off, and I’m glad they do. It’s cold, they’re cold and good for them.
It’s Thanksgiving Day and they are scooping food out of a tray, camped out in front of Best Buy, Toys R Us and other manifestations of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ coming hence on the 25th of December. Thanksgiving Day, memorialized now and forever in that famous painting by Norman Rockwell on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post.
They have to be at the front of the line so they can be among the first to be in the store when it opens on Black Friday. Poop on their family, Poop on the glorious tradition of giving thanks over the turkey and dressing, Poop on the glories of grandma and gramps visiting the grandkids. Gotta be first in line.
I wonder what for? Even the Wise Men showed up late for Christmas. Six days late, as I remember. Maybe the stores were out of gold, frankincense and myrrh, so they had to wait for them to be restocked. I wouldn’t be out there even if a woman from Poland was doing a Pole dance. (sorry)
Actually, at least around here, “Toys” opened at midnight instead of the usual B.F. time of 5:00 or 4:00 or, no joke, 3:00. I haven’t heard of anyone being killed this time, as did happen last year. Nor did I run into any real knock-out fights, as we had up in Pittston when two women got into it over a Cabbage Patch doll. That was something.
It’s Thanksgiving Day and they are scooping food out of a tray, camped out in front of Best Buy, Toys R Us and other manifestations of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ coming hence on the 25th of December. Thanksgiving Day, memorialized now and forever in that famous painting by Norman Rockwell on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post.
They have to be at the front of the line so they can be among the first to be in the store when it opens on Black Friday. Poop on their family, Poop on the glorious tradition of giving thanks over the turkey and dressing, Poop on the glories of grandma and gramps visiting the grandkids. Gotta be first in line.
I wonder what for? Even the Wise Men showed up late for Christmas. Six days late, as I remember. Maybe the stores were out of gold, frankincense and myrrh, so they had to wait for them to be restocked. I wouldn’t be out there even if a woman from Poland was doing a Pole dance. (sorry)
Actually, at least around here, “Toys” opened at midnight instead of the usual B.F. time of 5:00 or 4:00 or, no joke, 3:00. I haven’t heard of anyone being killed this time, as did happen last year. Nor did I run into any real knock-out fights, as we had up in Pittston when two women got into it over a Cabbage Patch doll. That was something.
posted by Tom Carten at 11:51 PM
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Actually, at least around here, “Toys” opened at midnight instead of the usual B.F. time of 5:00 or 4:00 or, no joke, 3:00.
Front page of this morning's paper shows a picture (above the fold!) of a couple who got up at 3:00 AM to go shopping. She's in pajamas, with a sweatshirt; he's wearing pj's with his bathrobe.
The stores are opening so early that there isn't even time to get dressed???
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