I’m not a black Friday shopper. Heck, I’m not a shopper period… well not anymore. I grew up shopping for deals with my parents and my dad could put any shopper to shame. He never got tired in his pursuit of a really great deal. However, for many years my job included shopping and needless to say it’s no longer fun or even enjoyable. (There is nothing like having to do something for a living that takes all the fun out huh?!?)
But my boys are their grandfather’s grandsons!! They don’t get home often so when they come home they bring with them a list of clothes they “need.” Now I admit, I’m partially responsible because last year the oldest needed a new suit for his grad school interview, so on black Friday we headed to the stores and loaded up for very little money. They could not believe how much stuff we got for so little. So this year, they let me know early they wanted to go shopping… today… black Friday. (Yay! she said with absolutely no enthusiasm…..)
Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being with my boys but I do hate the obnoxiously large crowds and non-existent parking. (People, there is nothing I am willing to fight for!)So we compromise… going after lunch when the crowds have all but died and there may actually be a parking spot… within two miles of the store. So, this afternoon when you’re counting your black Friday savings or having a late leftover turkey lunch, I’ll be at the mall… with my favorite men. Hopefully, I can at least get an ice cream out of it….