What happens in Wal-Mart at midnight? For most nights of the year, shady characters and college students are the lone few that roam the aisles. But a few days ago, things got a little crazy. Actually, it wasn't a little crazy, it was WAY CRAZY. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and Christmas Spirit was about to be unleashed with the doorbuster deals in every Wal-Mart and Target store in the country. Black Friday -- the name that inspires moms and obsessive shoppers to stand in mile-long lines in sub-zero weather. My mom is no exception. And just to join in on the adventure, most of the Metcalf family stuffs themselves in the car too. The first stop this year was Wal-Mart. At midnight.
There weren't any parking spots available when we rolled up at 11:55. The door busters were busted, every deal snatched up thirty seconds after midnight. So we left with absolutely nothing. Onward to the next Wal-Mart. After an hour at this one, all we came out with was a pair of socks and a stomach ache from eating McDonalds (just a little advice -- don't eat a quarter pounder with cheese at 1:00 am, it doesn't usually sit well in the tummy). When we left, it was 2:00 am, and all we had to show for our sacrifice of sleep and our struggles to get through the front door -- a stinkin pair of socks. Black friday indeed.
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