Black Friday shopping. Think angry masses of post-Thanksgiving (ironically, not as grateful for sparing anyone in the way of that discount) New Yorkers (and some Amish among them too- spotted) whose like-minded ideology echo this “Seinfeld” sentiment:
George: All right, but we’re not buyin’ it at Bloomingdale’s. I will buy it, you pay me back later. I’ll sniff out a deal. I have a sixth sense.
Jerry: Cheapness is not a sense.
(Aha! Maybe bargains are the universal cure to battling that tryptophan?)
Midnight city shopping sounded like an adventure, so I decided to join the party of misers & shopaholics. Since I do most of my year’s shopping on Black Friday, I equipped myself with a battle plan- a backpack, bottle of water, and mental breakdown of each destination en route within each time frame.
There I stood. “Waiting for a roar. Looking at the mutating skyline.”
Honestly, I was a little disappointed I didn’t get to first-handedly collect any amusing stories like these here:
Nevertheless, I’m relieved that the day was rated PG; although after a few minutes of initially feeling the adrenaline rush from the crowds, it got overwhelming. Of all the Black Fridays I’ve stuck around for, the turnout this year seemed a lot larger. Good for the economy, I guess. And for that, I’m thankful.
And for Cyber Monday (Black Friday’s e-version..or another deal’s eversion). According to this, Shop.org: you rock.
And for you, Siri.
And for Google +.
Last but not least- for a long weekend pondering the fate of technology. And like the ghosts of Christmas past/present/future, what the human race/you/and I choose to do with it.