Humor by Greg Schwem
I groggily looked at the alarm clock, which registered 2:30 a.m. Time to get up and honor a commitment I apparently made to my 15-year-old-daughter less than six hours earlier:
Drive her and her friends to Black Friday sales.
I have served as chauffeur for countless sporting events, school dances, movies and the like. But this was taking dad duties to a new level. My wife says I made the offer somewhere in the midst of the beer-aided Thanksgiving family football game, the scrumptious dinner with all the trimmings (Chardonnay included) and the coffee, which at the behest of one relative, suddenly became "Irish," if you catch my drift.
It's been several years since I entered the Black Friday scrum. Once I succeeded (a $250 air hockey table for $79) and once I failed miserably (a Nintendo Wii Fit, at the time the hottest toy on the market, gone before I'd even found the electronics department). My wife insists I will find amazing deals on clothes for her but everything on the SPECTACULAR BLACK FRIDAY DEAL racks always seems to be adorned in fur, rhinestones, fringe or all three.
This time I vowed not to even enter the mall. Until my daughter texted for a pickup, I would drive aimlessly around town, watching darkness give way to light and eventually stopping at
Yet, when I pulled up to the mall, miraculously I saw an open parking spot mere steps from the entrance. This had to be a sign. Perhaps there was a deal inside that would prove too irresistible for me. (A set of screwdrivers for $9.99, anyone?)
Instead, I encountered sights and sounds that made me want to return to my parking space and rent it by the hour. Specifically:
A fully functioning food court! Eight hours after Saran wrapping Thanksgiving leftovers, the images of Black Friday shoppers ordering Burrito Supremes from
Shirtless male greeters! These guys put the elderly, cheerful
Hip-hop disc jockey! Instead of regaling shoppers with Andy Williams, Carpenters and Mariah Carey Christmas classics, he was blasting beats from the likes of Pitbull and Jay-Z. Black Friday items swayed on the shelves. Ears covered, I retreated to
Free knife giveaway! A
And then I saw it. For 75 percent off. A cordless leaf-blower. This was better than breakfast at
"Buy anything?" I asked her.
"Some cute jeans with rhinestones on the pockets," she replied. "How about you, Dad? See anything good?"
"I saw a lot," I said. "I'm just not sure how much of it was good."
Humorist Greg Schwem is a stand-up comedian and author of Text Me If You're Breathing: Observations, Frustrations and Life Lessons From a Low-Tech Dad
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