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Fleece Riot

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28 Nov

When I was little, I thought Black Friday got its name from all the crowds–so many people that you couldn’t see anything.

Though as I grew older I learned it was actually about money, my experiences Thursday night-Friday morning have convinced me that as a child, I was pretty wise.

I thought that after going to the Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert rally, Black Friday would be nothing in terms of crowds. But then we went to Old Navy.

Have you ever felt like you were going to die next to mini fleece vests?  Cause I have, and it’s not fun.

After 15 minutes of shopping and finding what we wanted (also, bear in mind we were some of the first people in the store), we tried to find the line.  After it wrapped around the entire back of the store, it wrapped through the sections of childrens clothes, then all the way up to the front.  No one knew where it ended or even if it went anywhere.

As you can imagine, with this many people it’s easy to get confused.  But that’s why there are employees, right?

No.  In fear of being either malled by the crowd or strangled with a fleece scarf, all the walkie-talkie weilding cardigan wearers were no where in sight.

At least, until a 7-foot tall lady wearing a big puffy red vest decided to complain.  A girl came over to try to control the crowd, only to be threatened by the giant.  The employee didn’t really want to stick around after that.

In total, we waited in line for an hour and 45 minutes.  Was saving 70 dollars worth it?  Probably.  But the final count includes the 7-foot tall lady, two belligerent men(men really should not be allowed outside on Black Friday), a camera crew from ABC, and one punk who said he’d buy all our stuff if he could get in front of us.

But in the end, do you value a $15 cardigan more than your life?  Apparently, some people do.  At least now I know 4 a.m. Black Friday is a good time to go to the mall.

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