The holy day or holiday is upon us. Say all you can about Christmas, Hanukah, Thanksgiving and the rest; the heavy weight American holiday is Black Friday.
To attract worshippers on this holiest of shopping days everyone rolls out the trimmings. Walmart rolls stock around (you noticed it’s all on rollers, right?) to make lanes where you stand in line longer than for a ride at Six Flags over Botswana to pay for their must-have treasure.
In fact, just as with Christmas where we push the celebration into the day before and name it Christmas Eve, Black Friday deals start at 6 p.m. on Thanksgiving. Isn’t it great? Otherwise those poor sales clerks would be stuck at home eating with family, being thankful, and watching this year’s football version of Everybody Hates Dallas!
And like other religious rites, Black Friday’s millions of devotees have a special designation conferred on them: consumers. You know, like pigs and other species gobbling up everything without being sated. “Consumers”. Our economy would be kaput without them! This holy day is for you!
Please enjoy places for you to commune with manufactured things in the aisles and end caps! These cardboard worship spots spring up to enable our most sacred transaction: impulse buying! Staying home? Our online, private worship version begs your attention in the page margins you’re viewing, but wait! Google puts what you looked at online in the past weeks in the margin: that last nudge you need to click “Put in Cart”!
It does not matter your creed, ethnicity, or gender! We can all fight over that last toy, apparel item equally, all hoping to consume that most wonderful possibility: something new to me!
But wait there is more! If your consuming can wait a few days, then you can be overcome with the chills of “Winter Clearance” that runs through the twelve days of Christmas!
Enough cynicism. I have to go put what I want on Amazon for my family to get it right this year.