Saturday, November 16, 2013
A cranky opinion for “Cranky Opinion Saturday”
The following is the opinion of a cranky old man. Opposing opinions are welcome, they are wrong but still welcome…and please, no name calling, and that means you, you big stupid head!
I almost get the “Black Friday” thing. I know several people who look forward to Black Friday. It is a tradition, they shop together and it is a bonding thing. Sure it seems ridiculous to me. I do not understand waiting until midnight after Thanksgiving and then storming the stores for bargains, but then I don’t understand getting up at 4 am to play golf, shoot birds, or catch fish. Lots of people do that stuff. As I get older I learn that just because I don’t understand something it does not make it wrong…sometimes.
I have to draw the line at opening up stores and shopping at 7 am Thanksgiving Day. It is wrong, and it is stupid. Why not push Black Friday back to Veteran’s Day Monday? Why? Because that would be disrespectful of course. Then why is it ok to disrespect Thanksgiving?
Beyond disrespecting a much loved holiday, and ruining dinner plans for zillions of people, the Thanksgiving Day “Black Friday” sales are a joke. Yes, yes, you save hundreds of dollars on electronics, leather goods and all kinds of stuff, but do you really?
I am sure that a few TV’s and computers that haven’t been selling worth a hoot are suddenly almost given away, but you are buying yesterday’s stuff that no one really wants anymore. Maybe there are a few really good deals that have the sole purpose of sucking you into the store, but unless you are the first in line, the fastest, and the most aggressive shopper in the store, you ain’t getting one.
Listen people, a sale is when a store drops the price of something that no one wants at the current price to a price that people might be willing to pay. Stores do not put things on sale to be nice; they put them on sale to get rid of stuff that no one wants. If the stores don’t sell everything on Black Friday, they will go back on sale later. It happens every year.
I also think that Black Friday sale stuff is a way for stores to get rid of defective stuff. This stuff is given away for presents. The people that find out the stuff sucks probably don’t know where it came from or where to return it. What a great way to dump defective shit!
Three years ago I received a Garmin GPS system for my car. It was a $250 bargain that was purchased for $50. The giver purchased five of them and gave them all as gifts. I thought this was a really great gift.
I tried to use my Garmin, but could not figure it out. It never reacted to an instruction the same way twice. It gave weird directions and changed them mid travel. I thought it was me. Mrs. C is really good with this kind of technology. Mrs. C. could not figure it out. We loaned the Garmin to a friend who was taking a trip. Actually we told her she could have it. It was returned with as I recall a comment something along the lines of,
“Thank you so much, but this piece of shit sucks!”
I tossed the Garmin. It was beyond frustrating though I first busted it “Gallagher” style with a sledge hammer, and that was fun. I subsequently found out that the other four gifts met a similar fate. None were returned. In effect the store got $250 instead of $0.00 for some defective crap. What a great bargain!
So all you whack-a-doodles, get up early on the 28th. Join the crowd. Risk getting trampled to death, demean yourself, ruin a really great holiday, miss watching the Lions get slaughtered, be my guest. You will save nothing, there will be other better “sales” before Christmas, and you will possibly be buying crap.
I’m going to be enjoying a terrific feast, enjoying the company of family and friends, enjoying a post turkey coma nap, and perhaps even a glass of cognac and a really good cigar. On Friday I will be recovering from all the above, and then enjoying another feast of Thanksgiving leftovers and some more football.
The preceding is the opinion of a cranky old man, and not necessarily that of management…Mrs. Cranky.