“What’s Black Friday?” My father asked.
“I guess it has something to do with tenting in parking lots for bargains.” I replied.
Suddenly there is a burst of energy. Everyone is moving in a purposeful way. The bells are jingling on street corners and Christmas music can be heard from downtown to Chinatown. The gift-giving season has kick-started.
My piano student walks into her lesson bleary-eyed. She stood in line at some shop five in the morning. I don’t bother to ask if she has practiced.
Bargain means buying things that you don’t really need but feel good spending the money. Oh, but I’m being cynical! It’s the American culture (since when has it become a culture?), and if you have fun being part of the mob then why not?
Photo credit: The Inquisitr
