It's been a nice, peaceful Black Friday Eve, putting up the receipt chains, gathering around the busted door, singing traditional sale jingles.
Seems like Black Friday starts earlier every year, doesn't it?
But even though it's been going on all November, I can tell the kids are ready for the main event. They hung up their coupon wallets and laid out the gingerbread, Raisinettes and Red Bull for Flash Discount.
They're sure that if they stay up till midnight (Eastern Standard) they'll hear the hum of his electric delivery cart and the zap of his quick-draw pricing gun as he slides in through the inbox.
It brings back fond memories of the Black Fridays of my childhood, when our folks would tell us stories about Flash Discount and his friends at the Great Depot, take us to Flash's Checkout at the mall to itemize our wishlists, watch the old specials like Crafty the Salesman, the whole nine yards.
And I've tried to keep some of that magic for my kids. After all, if you plan wisely, hurry while stocks last, and pass on your extra reduction alerts to your neighbors instead of directing them to the other side of the store for a Bose sound system you know has already sold out or elbowing them in the face over the last plush Lokigator, jolly ol' Flash Discount really could extend your credit.
That's what it's all about, isn't it? The Black Friday spirit.
In fact, I think I can hear ol' Flash Discount now. "A merry Black Friday to all, and no interest for the first six months!"
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