Two days from now, I will have to roll out of bed at one in the morning for work. I will start my work day an hour later. Two o'clock in the morning. It is the busiest day of the year. I have always wondered two things about Black Friday.
1.) How did it start? I understand the name. It is when a store or company start to actually make money. The fourth quarter is when you go from red in the books to black. Apparently though, in 1869, there was a stock market scandal in which some people tried to corner the gold market (I love the not always reliable Wikipedia). But who had the idea to drop the prices on pretty much everything and to open at such an ungodly hour? Which brings me to my next point....
2.) Who the hell wants to stand in line for a couple of hours, in the freezing cold in some places, just to save some money? Especially if you have to get up at two or three in the morning. The only reason I am up is because of what I do. If I didn't work in retail, there is no way in hell someone could convince me to stand in line to go shopping. It brings out the worst in some people. The people that come into the store four hours after opening and wonder why the 56 inch t.v. that was dirt cheap isn't in stock anymore. Most people in the store are happy with what they get. They are usually out for one or two things and once they get that, everything else is just gravy.
And gravy for the stores I suppose.
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