Driving in the pitch black of my town around 6:30 am, I made my way steadily towards my place of employment. Every other business in town was still closed. But as I got closer, I saw the parking lot lights shining brightly through the trees. And what did I see once I turned the corner?A mass of cars that should only belong there once the midday sun has risen. I got out of my car, pulling a black button-down shirt on over my white polo in the morning chill with these words running through my head with the greatest of ironies, "Wear it proudly. This is what you're working for today."
I entered the store to find it busier than I ever have in my life. I worked for nearly eight hours. And rarely did the lines let up. Today went faster than it ever has. And a couple of my customers even agreed with me that things only get ugly when people get impatient. Because after all, it's only stuff. They won't die if they don't get it.
Welcome to working retail on Black Friday.
Already at his place of employment, a Wal-Mart employee watched as the crowds massed outside the door. He and five other employees tried to block the doors so that the crowds wouldn't jump the gun. But they did anyway. They literally broke down the doors and started running in a few minutes before 5 a.m. so they could get to the sales.
The man was thirty-four years old, and they trampled him. They trampled him to his death. He was pronounced dead only an hour later.
Welcome to working retail on Black Friday.
What has become of us? It's only stuff. You won't die if you don't get it. But apparently you're willing to kill for it. And that is the most despicable thing of all.
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