Now that the holiday season is officially upon us, it's time to get down to business. For the first time in my life, I took advantage of Black Friday. When I heard that Walmart was opening at midnight I decided it would be easier to stay up late than wake up early. I waited on my couch reading a book while watching a movie (not sure why I was doing both) until 11:30. I figured it was close enough, so I headed out.
What a Joke!
I didn't know that many people lived in Utah. The parking lot (which is quite large) was full.
A miracle happened and a car backed out (someone who had decided it wasn't worth it) and I got their spot.
I noticed that the doors to the store must have been opened early, because no lines were gathered outside in the freezing air.
Lucky me. (I thought.)
While walking into the store I passed another woman who was leaving, while muttering under her breath that it was definitely not worth it.
I should have listened. But I was on a mission.
I rounded the corner and immediately I saw what I was searching for. A young woman was holding the very cowboy doll (Woody from Toy Story) I wanted.
I looked around for more.
She had the last one.
I looked down, searching for the companion doll that was even more of a necessity than the first. But there were NO JESSIE DOLLS!
While I searched the young woman standing next to me set the Woody doll down and walked away. Before she'd taken two steps I snatched it up, holding it close to me.
But what about Jessie?
I wandered the store for a half-hour looking for her. It still wasn't even midnight, but lines had formed at the registers, continuing all the way to the back of the store. I looked everywhere. I sqoze between carts, people, racks and shelves. Several times I looked down and saw her in other people's carts.
That's when it hit me. I finally began to understand all the stories about people fighting like crazy animals over silly little toys.
They had what I wanted. No, what I needed. How could I not get it for my sweet little daughter? It's all she's asking for. She can't wait to see Santa, so she can tell him she wants a "Big Jessie". (The one she has now is about two inches tall.)
And I didn't get there soon enough. I failed.
Inside my head I joked to myself about elbowing the woman next to me, grabbing Jessie and making a run for it. Surely I could run faster than her, right? I could blend in with the crowd!
But of course I didn't give into such foolishness. I waited in line for an hour and a half to buy the one I did get. Then I went back again at 7:00 in the morning. Still, no Jessie.
I sent my husband back in the afternoon. And I went again on Saturday.
I still don't have. But I will get her! I'll pay full price for her too, when I do find her. And on Christmas morning I'll see the light come into my daughter's eyes when she sees the Big Jessie popping out of the top of her stocking.
I'm not sure if I'll do Black Friday next year or not. I guess that depends on how bad I want to make my kids happy. If I do, I will certainly be going earlier!