So who do u think those people are? Rich people? Ivy Leaguers? Parents with nannies in tow? No. They're poor people. Working people. People living from paycheck to paycheck. You think they want to spend half of Thanksgiving Day in the cold wrapped in a blanket in the parking lot of some soulless big box store? They have families. They might like to be home. But they know this is the one day of the year they get the chance to risk frostbite or a punch in the nose to get their kid a laptop that they otherwise couldn't afford. They're willing to get pushed and shoved and ridiculed on TV to get that one thing they hope might give their child a slightly better chance to have the life the hipsters at home laughing at them may have.
Of course by the time they stumble into the electronics aisle, the 20
piece-of-crap laptops discounted to $50 are gone and all has been for
naught. They then look around and see the cacophony of signs announcing
"50% OFF!" and, to cheer themselves up, they buy few things they don't
need and leave.
Tsk, tsk, the rest of us go - "consumerism out of control!" The Walton family and Wall Street sit back and watch the billions roll in. Yes, there are people shopping because they're addicted and yes, some people are nuts about wanting to do the American version of Pamplona this weekend. I guess the one bright spot in Black Friday is that it's the only thing that's black and unarmed in America that doesn't have to worry about being terminated.
Tsk, tsk, the rest of us go - "consumerism out of control!" The Walton family and Wall Street sit back and watch the billions roll in. Yes, there are people shopping because they're addicted and yes, some people are nuts about wanting to do the American version of Pamplona this weekend. I guess the one bright spot in Black Friday is that it's the only thing that's black and unarmed in America that doesn't have to worry about being terminated.
