I'm a bit slow in a random nattering. My editor had me do some revisions on Choosing Rob Inman, which should be out about this time next year. Boy howdy, I hope they leave that title alone... Anyway, that tied me up. So here we go.
We were "over the mountain" in Lehi, Utah, for Thanksgiving, visiting my husband's relatives. I told my SIL that I was looking for two yards of canvas material to make some bookbags. All we have is Walmart on my side of the mountain, and that leaves something to be desired, at times. She suggested I go to JoAnn's Fabric, and I thought, Yep, that's the place. Drive on. (Inside joke there for Mormons.)
I figured, how bad can a fabric store be on Black Friday? It's a huge store, and I thought everyone would be elsewhere. Gee, was I naive.
I fought my way into the store, and discovered that JoAnn's was having huge fabric sales. I kept going, thinking, how bad can it be?
Jeez Louise, it was awful. There were a lot of Really. Determined. Women. with their carts crammed with 12-15 bolts of fabric, waiting to get them cut. I took a number, and got in line with my pitiful bolt (all I wanted was two yards). I waited and waited, and kept seeing women in front of me with those 12-15 bolts in their carts, obviously ready to sew for the entire Chinese Army, or maybe that family in Arkansas now expecting child #27, or something like that.
It occurred to me after only about 15 minutes (I am a late bloomer) that if I stayed in that line, I would probably still be standing in that line the next day. I put away my now-pitiful one bolt and slunk away. Here's the joke: I actually did find the fabric I wanted at the Price, Utah, Walmart (my side of the mountain) the next day. It took me 5 minutes, tops, to get it and get outta the store.
And that's as close as I will ever come to ANYTHING on Black Friday. I'm 63 years old and I now have that grand mindset: "There are some things in life that I just don't have to do." Oops. I'm almost embarrassed to mention how long it took me to figure that out.