I admit to being a lightweight shopper. To me, shopping is a chore, not a sport. So the Black Friday hoopla is pretty meaningless to me. Most of my adult life, we traveled to see family over the holiday. Having just arrived and already facing the trip back home meant that shopping on the day after Thanksgiving or the day after Christmas just had no charm at all.
Once, I talked my husband and mother-in-law into braving the crowds for Black Friday. I wanted to snag some clothing bargains I had seen advertised. The crowds were ridiculous, the parking nearly impossible, and all of the items I wanted were already gone. Case closed. Black Friday is a day to stay home and eat left-overs.
This year, we were home for Thanksgiving, having just returned from a family funeral. Our Thanksgiving was quiet and low-key. We feasted on turkey and pie, then we sat down to play a few games. After a late afternoon desert, we headed out to see a movie. "Flight" by the way, is an intense movie that is sure to garner attention during the awards season. I'll be rooting for it.
When we came out of the movie, the streets and parking lots of the surrounding stores were full. Of course, I knew that several large retailers were planning Thanksgiving Day sales, but the large crowds surprised me. They really did.
How sad to know that Thanksgiving was cut short for all of those retail workers and all of those bargain hunters. I had hoped that the Thursday experiment would be a huge failure. The die is now cast, and we have lost some of the beauty of Thanksgiving. Some day we will look back with nostalgia on the time when streets were quiet and being with family was the most important part of Thanksgiving.
As for my family, though, we hurried home to feast on cold turkey and more pie.