I watched the news footage of people lined up outside stores at 4 AM and laughed. Haven't these people heard of the Internet??
And one clip was one of those "only in New York" moments. The film crew was at Macy's Herald Square store and as one woman walked past the camera, she covered her face like she was doing the perp walk or something. I figure either she was planning to shoplift or had some outstanding warrants, LOL.
I am snickering as husband and child are heading out the door to Sears in the mall to get "the great deals" the day after Thanksgiving. You couldn't get me out there in the mall with a shotgun! Okay, I'll admit I was tempted by the computer store ads (512 MB USB keychain for $9.99), but then I had violent flashbacks to the Terrible Morning of the Furbies.
Yes, ToysRUs is the reason I run and hide when the mention of post-Turkey Day shopping is mentioned. We were in quest of a sale of Furbies that dreadful year when I was talked into doing a 3 a.m. trek to ToysRUs for the 6 a.m. opening. Limit 200 people allowed to get a max of 2 each on the insipid talking toys. In addition to freezing in 37 degree F weather, fights broke out in the line as people tried to take cuts, and carloads of thugs arrived trying to break in and take cuts through intimidation. It was humanity at its worst.
And that was only outside of the store! Inside was pure chaos. People raced like their lives depended on it to get to aisles with certain toys. Calls for medical assistance (run over fingers on children, minor fights, falling stock from top shelves hitting people, etc.) were announced over the p.a. periodically. Tussles broke out between supposed adults, over the last toy on the shelves. It was truly ugly.
And then, of course, the lines at the cash registers went from a two hour checkout time to far longer when Murphy's Law came into full force and effect and the computerized credit card and ATM confirmation machines went nuts and died.
Parents refused to leave the checkout liines for fear of starting all over again when their youngsters had to go to the bathroom. I heard the words, "Just hold it!!!" spoken more times than I can recall. And then we'd hear, "Cleanup at Register ___" when those instructions failed to take.
I can't help but think that many a child ended up thinking that the Furbies that year came programmed with swear words by the end of that day. So, no more insanity shopping days for me. I will stay home and gladly clean my house while my husband tries to remember where he parked his car after he flees the mall, patience exhausted (his maximum tolerance for ANY shopping on any given day is 20 minutes, so this ought to be very interesting).
What are your best and worst shopping experiences? And how many of you dared brave the stores today?