About 8 years ago, I was convinced to sit outside a Best Buy on Thanksgiving night to wait in line for when the store opened before dawn. We set up a tent along the side of the building and drank beers. Friends popped in and out to have a couple beers before going about their night. We peed in between cars. It was fun. And when the doors finally opened I found a tub of Seinfeld DVDs and called it a day. This is my only Black Friday experience.
Since then, I’ve realized that even showing up to get a few cheap DVDs is contributing to the monster that has taken hold of our country. Thanksgiving has been eclipsed by sales starting earlier and earlier to the point where people look forward to the holiday not because they want to drink booze with their family at noon and watch football, but because they want to hammer out some Christmas shopping and possibly trample a couple people in the process. And I, for one, think that is really fucked up.