I have never
been to a Black Friday sale. In fact, I have never had any desire to go to a
Black Friday sale. Nothing about the yearly commercial ritual, from the
overwhelming overtones of materialism to the rioting crowds of people
(literally) fighting for “deals”, has ever appealed to me. Each year when news
reports of people harmed, hurt, or killed trying to buy things for Christmas
would surface I would simply shake my head in disbelief. I didn’t understand
why people put themselves in such chaos for the sake of saving a little money
of stuff they probably didn’t need, and I wasn’t about to wade into the mess
that is the “busiest shopping day of the year.”
Of course, I
knew that I couldn’t fully understand the appeal of Black Friday unless I
experienced it firsthand, which caused me to reluctantly add “going to a Black
Friday sale” to my list of new experiences I sought to obtain during my “I have
never...” year. As a result, early in my 365 day journey I blocked off the day
after Thanksgiving to make good on my plans to experience a Black Friday sale
for the first time. However, as the holiday drew closer more and more retailers
began to announce their intentions to move the start of Black “Friday” to the
evening of Thanksgiving Day. Although the idea of retailers forcing their way
into a holiday focused on joining with family and friends to be thankful for
the things we already have was enough to irritate me, I realized I had to play
along if I was to gain the Black Friday sale experience. In turn, I grudgingly
cut my time with Rachael’s family short this afternoon and made my way to a
local Best Buy to experience Black Friday, and all its pandemonium, for the
very first time.
I arrived at
Best Buy nearly 90 minutes before the store’s scheduled opening thinking I
would be in a good position to get in early and observe the event as it
unfolded. To my surprise, a line of people wrapping around the building between
a series of temporary metal fences had already formed. Despite the cold and the
coming night, people had sacrificed the bulk of their holiday to stand in front
of a Best Buy, guided by a setup reminiscent of barnyard corral. Somewhat
ashamed I was about to subject myself to the experience, I slowly walked to the
back of the quickly forming line and took my place behind the fence. Then all I
could do was wait.
As I got
acquainted with the few square feet of pavement that would serve as my base for
the next hour and a half, I looked over the line of people on either side me.
As people chattered about the items they hoped to purchase and about their
previous experiences at Black Friday sales, it quickly became apparent many of
them saw the event as much a holiday as the Thanksgiving festivities that were
happening in homes across the country. While I didn’t understand the
celebratory status they were assigning to Black Friday, I quickly settled on
the idea that the way they chose to celebrate the start of the holiday season
was entirely up to them, and in some ways, it wasn’t much different than the rituals
many people perform for any number of holidays celebrated around this time of
year... sans the violence and tumult, of course.
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After nearly
an hour of waiting, Rachael decided to join me in the Black Friday madness. With
the cold starting to sink into my bones, her company provided a much needed
distraction to help me push through the rest of the wait. As time passed, Best
Buy employees began to make rounds with advertisement flyers, store maps, and tickets to
reserve big ticket items included in the Black Friday sale. Although Rachael and I didn’t have any
purchases in mind for our experience at the Black Friday sale, the time spent
waiting gave us plenty of time to review the ad and narrow in on some potential
gifts for our family members. Eventually, we decided we would try to scoop up a
few items while were at the store. The decision made me feel as though I had
caved into the concept of Black Friday, but I knew doing so would help me gain
the full experience of the day. As a result, we waited and listened as Best Buy
employees walked by calling out the items for which they had tickets. Although
the items we decided to purchase were oddly absent from the items being
announced as each employee passed, we ultimately tracked down the tickets for
the items we were after, which set the plan for our time in the store.
As the clock
turned toward the store’s opening time, I shook out my legs and did my best to
keep moving to ward off the cold gripping my body. The excitement of the crowd
grew with each passing minute until the line began a sudden rapid shift forward
without warning. Realizing it meant to store was open, Rachael and I did our
best to keep our place in line as people surged forward toward the open doors.
In a matter of moments we were inside the building with a rush of people
flowing around us.
Huh? |
Doing our
best to gain our bearings, we asked a few employees for the location of certain
items and quickly formulate a plan for how we intended to pick up the items we
were after. In the midst of our discussion I suddenly noticed the wave of
people had subsided suddenly, which cause me to begin looking around the store.
As I moved my eyes back toward the entrance I noticed a towering Best Buy
employee standing in front of the entrance doors with his hands reaching to
either side of the doorframe. Behind him, a stack of people packing into the
vestibule between the store’s two sets of entrance doors stood at the ready.
Relieved at the fact they were restricting the flow of people into the store, I
stood by and observed the activity of the crowd for a moment. Around me people
raced from one part of the store to another, and outside a line of people
stirred and pushed against the Best Buy employee guarding the door in a scene
that very well could have been a rehearsal for an episode of “Walking Dead.”
The whole experience was strange, and in some ways it made me a little
uncomfortable.
Drawing back
to our plan of attack, Rachael decided to break off and pick up a few items as
I did my best to absorb the experience. Amid the chaos of employees being
mobbed with questions and people unnecessarily hurrying from one stack of items
to the next, I paced myself and tried to maintain my bearings. As the minutes
passed I actually found that effort easier, which made the rest of my first
Black Friday experience relatively uneventful. As Rachael and I found our way
through the ridiculous maze of aisles Best Buy had set up as a series of one
way streets through the store, we were able to track down the items we wanted
to purchase and get to the cash registers with little issue. Thankful we hadn’t
experienced or witnessed any extreme chaos or violence, I purchased the few
items I had decided to make a part of my Black Friday experience and headed for
the door. With Rachael at my side, I looked over at the horde of people still
forcing their way into the entrance behind the man guarding the door and felt
glad our experience was over. I had gone to a Black Friday sale and come out
relatively unscathed, with the exception of a little lighter wallet, of course.
Almost out of the madness |
After my first experience at a Black Friday sale I can say I still don’t get it completely, but I learned it isn’t my place to judge those people that really get something out of the experience. That stated, I can say quite confidently I will likely never attend a Black Friday sale. As someone that is anxious in disorganized crowds and as someone that generally tries to avoid commercial hype, the event just isn’t for me. That perspective was reinforced when Rachael and I returned home tonight and realized all of the items we purchased in the store were available for the same price online with free shipping to our home. On that finding alone we agreed our time and safety was more valuable than to sacrifice both for the sake of a Black Friday sale. I’ll take convenience and calm during the holiday shopping season over unpredictable chaos and hyper-materialism any day, particularly when it is below freezing outside.
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