Even then I never liked the crowds and the press of people, and most of the deals weren't that great. I never remember buying much. It was more about the experience of being out on the biggest shopping day of the year.
I worked an opening shift at a Target store one Black Friday. The shoppers pressed up against the doors almost didn't let me in. I seem to remember showing my red apron -- that memory is the only reason I think that I wore an apron sometimes when working there, maybe before they instituted the red-shirt-khakis "uniform."
I glanced at the sale papers yesterday but nothing really spoke to me. I played with my nephews, went out to lunch with my family, and then tried to go for a run. All the holiday food did not appreciate being jostled around and forced me to stop and walk instead. I saw a lot of happy-looking people and dogs at the park. No one seemed to be in the mood to pepper-spray anyone. It was a beautiful day not to be shopping.
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