Black Friday Report!

Where else can you have this much fun without being bound by silly sporting rules?

Where else can you have this much fun without being bound by silly sporting rules?

The day that was once only known as a Steely Dan song is alive and well, and this was one of the few years I was slated to be a part of the action.  I got to witness bulls bursting through the doors at 5 AM in 2005 and 2007, cattle lined up all night long in serpentine queues in 2009 and 2010, and last year I just had to clean the post apocalyptic wasteland up.  My sixth foray into this infamous time of retail insanity would be my first full-on look at what should really now be called Black Thursday, because I was one of the chosen few overnighters who got scheduled to come in at the ungodly hour of 5:00 PM.

Awww, man! The sun's still up! This isn't right!

Awww, man! The sun’s still up! This isn’t right!

Despite trying to adjust my sleep accordingly, my body was not fooled by this Mecca mindfuck.  It knew darn good and well I not only never had to go to work at five fucking o’clock in the afternoon, but sure as hell never had to holster my box cutter on a Thursday, even if I’d just had two nights off.  So needless to say, I was in zombie mode pretty much the entire afternoon/evening/late night I was there.  And it certainly didn’t help that I drew exit door duty far away from the maddening crowds…

Sticker, ma'am?

Sticker, ma’am?

You know those big, brightly colored poles they have in front of the main doors of large stores to try and prevent smash and grab robberies as well as door greeter roadkill?  For the first three and a half hours, my job was to hold one of those poles up.  That wasn’t my official responsibility, of course… it was to help keep the flow of traffic coming in and out of the store moving so that a clusterfuck wouldn’t develop that might keep someone from getting their damned X-box in time.  But being non-confrontational, I pretty much just leaned on the pole and glared at those who exited the door and came to a sudden standstill… most of whom were off-the-clock morning shifters who decided to take that precise moment in time to pause and bask in the glory of what they were able to buy by drawing the early duty that their co-workers couldn’t.

Black Friday, meet Sunday Bloody Sunday.

Black Friday, meet Sunday Bloody Sunday.

While the first half of my job was pretty damn boring, it could have been worse since we’re notorious for getting Thanksgiving ice storms.  The weather was actually balmy for late November, and the rain held off until after the throng of shopping sheep had left.  Of course, my position meant I was also a good distance away from the war zones inside the store that began flaring up in anticipation of the magical 6:00 hour when all of the special garbage could be officially sold.  I still got some pretty great reactions from frazzled customers as they left the store.  Allow me to share a few of them with you…

What do you mean I can't buy this until 6:00!?!? Who died and left you Queen Bitch, bitch?

What do you mean I can’t buy this until 6:00!?!? Who died and left you Queen Bitch, bitch?

“This is fucking retarded!  I just bought this shit, why do they gotta check my fucking receipt at the door?”

-Clueless Douchebag

Good question, Mr. Douchebag.  I guess that could have something to do with the fact that with nearly 1,000 people in the store, there just might possibly be a few people who’d get the funny idea to maybe, you know, bypass those registers and just try to walk out with a few big screens amid the chaos.  Sorry we wasted about 20 seconds of your precious time proving your honesty that could have been better spent sticking the turkey timer up your ass once you got home.

Stop, you thieving possum!

No, really, I bought this! Honest!

“It’s nuts in there!  I only came here to buy a pair of shoes and had no idea it was Black Friday!”

-Mistress Oblivious

It’s bad enough that you somehow had no idea there were Black Friday sales going on this evening that might interrupt your otherwise mundane shopping trip.  It’s even more comically idiotic when you consider that Black Friday sales are the only reason there were stores even open on Thanksgiving in the first place.

Then again, she could have been Canadian.

Then again, she could have been Canadian.

“Now where did I park my car…?”

-Every third customer out the door

This ranks right up there with not thinking to grab a shopping cart on the way in the doors as one of the most frustratingly stupid things customers do that leads to all kinds of trouble for them.  The rows are clearly numbered, you know it’s going to be busier than a dog with three dicks… is it really that much of a hassle to make a mental note of where the fuck you parked your damned minivan?  Maybe you’ll recognize the sound of your car alarm after someone busts out your drivers side window and steals all of your Adele CD’s…

Ah, found it, Dear!

Ah, found it, Dear!

“Three squad cars?  The shopping must be really intense inside!”

-A real winner, upon noticing the trio of police cars parked in the fire lane

First time at a Black Friday sale, Rookie?  Boy are you in for a surprise…

Out of my way, Assmunch!

Out of my way, Assmunch!

And if I had an acorn for every time someone’s shit fell out of their overstuffed carts on the way out the doors, I wouldn’t have to buy squirrel corn for a year.  Really, folks, the economy can’t be all that bad if losers from my hoosier town can roll out the door with cartloads of useless junk that even on sale still cost them a paycheck or two…

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Kids?  Huh?  I don’t have kids.  No, I just bought all this crap because I love saving money!

Eventually, me and my pole-supporting cohorts got pulled back inside the store to help in the postwar cleanup… though I did get one more jaw dropping experience with a Black Friday customer from hell just after 11:00 when the buzzer to our receiving door rang as I was trying to do something useful back there.

Surely there are no deliveries scheduled for Thanksgiving night!  It turned out to be some chick waving a proof of purchase ticket for a trampoline in front of the plexiglass, and demanding her trampoline.  I told her that stuff was being handed out from the Automotive bay, which is clear on the other side of the store.  Realizing I was not about to pull a trampoline out of my ass, her significant other came to the rescue and decided that the best way to get their trampoline was to act like a complete asshole.

More brainpower went into making this meme than was exerted by our couple trying to get their beloved trampoline.

More brainpower went into making this meme than was exerted by our couple trying to get their coveted trampoline.

He took the paper from his dearly beloved, held it clearly up to the window in the door and pointed angrily at it.  “You see this?  I paid for this trampoline, and I expect to get my trampoline now!”  When I reiterated that the large items were being handed out in automotive, and made the terrible mistake of insinuating that because the sale was already over 5 hours old (and we were within an hour of closing… yes, we closed at midnight on the biggest shopping night of the year!), that there may not even be anyone over there anymore to dole them out.

“You better get someone else for me to talk to, bro!”

There is nothing more frightening than being told off by a white gangsta wannabe.

There is nothing more frightening than being threatened by a white gangsta wannabe.

Fortunately, it took me forever to find someone else for Vanilla Ice to talk to… by which time he and his ho drove a little farther and became the problem of those who happened to be at the receiving dock on the other end of the store.  At least that was close enough to Automotive for someone to simply point and say, “Yo’ trampoline’s ova’ THERE, mothafucka!”

Break a leg!

Break a leg!

Well, that’s about all the excitement I have from the sidelines of this year’s Black Friday sale.  Until next year, let’s keep the holiday shopping atmosphere safe and respectable for everyone out there to enjoy!

Remember, killing in the name of keeping the checkout line moving is justifiable homicide in 46 states.

Remember, killing in the name of keeping the checkout line moving is justifiable homicide in 46 states.

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18 Responses to Black Friday Report!

  1. Merbear74 says:

    I will never go shopping on Black Friday. Never. People are fucking insane.
    I’m glad you made it out to tell the tale!

  2. My head would explode if I had to shop or work retail on Black Friday. I’m in awe of workers who deal with it and keep sane. I hate working with the public. I mean, where the crap do those people come from?

  3. Seems people have gone bonkers. I would rather sit at home and do online shopping.

  4. I’m glad you survived. I have to confess I went shopping this morning, but in the UK in York city centre, people seemed very civilised and so I obtained some items which I actually needed in relative peace.

    • We’ll have to get some rowdy American crowds over there to show you how Black Friday shopping is done. Blood and crumpets will be spilled…

      • We had fisticuffs over here last year in some of the supermarkets. But I’ve not heard of or seen anything crazy this year. Probably because so many folks are shopping on line and most stores here are running the sale all weekend.

  5. And all WE had to do was go to a funeral. Phew. What a relief! We might have had to go shopping!

    Since “Black Friday” became a thing, I have managed to avoid it. So far, so good. Maybe forever? I’m going for a perfect score.

    • I don’t see why they couldn’t have brought the Black Friday atmosphere to the funeral. Get here by 5 AM for 50% off embalming! And you won’t want to miss our coffin doorbusters!

  6. The Cutter says:

    You’re not getting my trambopaline!!!

  7. Trisha says:

    I’m glad to hear you survived the chaos with temper mostly intact! The couple at the delivery door probably would have been my undoing. They sound like the particular brand of infuriating that would make profanity flow from my mouth unchecked.

    Although I vowed to not spend a penny anywhere today, I bought batteries from the hardware store in Snohomish. They weren’t on sale and cost almost as much as the flameless candles I bought them for but I was happy to overpay at a place where there were no Black Friday crowds!

    • The only reason I have lasted 17 and a half years on the job is because the store is closed during the majority of my shift. I could not deal with some of the idiots like the trampoline tramps. Especially when they start calling me “Bro!”…

  8. Wow! That women saying she didn’t know it was black Friday! How did she escape knowing that! You and your fellow staffers should get “danger money” on that day! Did that couple get their trampoline? That is what I want to know!

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