Black Friday in the Green Mountains of Vermont
This is the day that fills many with fear and trepidation. The most rugged of men have been known to hide within the confines of their homes like frightened cavemen of the stone age. When it comes to driving, no Playstation or Xbox game comes anywhere close to the challenges that “Black Friday” offers. The sun goes down on Thanksgiving day. Sometime in the midst of the night, retail employees sleepily stagger their way to work like zombies possessed. It’s 4am and the crowds appear like creatures of the night in search of fresh blood or 42″ plasma TV’s reduced 50 percent. Oh the humanity!
In Williston, Best Buy employees wait like deputies in an old west town, waiting for the lynch mob to bust through the doors. Then it suddenly happens. The key is turned, the doors are opened and Black Friday has begun. It’s too late to stop the madness and mayhem as the first words uttered are “umh, where do I find the laptops that are on sale…y’know, the ones in yesterday’s flyer?”
And slowly, some of us dare to slowly sneak out into the world on Saturday, the day after. No bodies in the streets and relatively less bloody than previous years. But as one retail employee put it best “..this is the eye of the storm, the worse is coming”.
So hey, how about those gas prices?