If you monitor social media like I do, which is constantly, you have probably noticed that everyone has gotten really thankful all of a sudden.
It must be November. Enjoy it while it lasts because before the turkey can fully digest we will all trample one another to buy buggy loads of goodies on sale on the same day we stop to be thankful for all the things we do have.
I suppose the shopping frenzy has its place. After all, if it weren’t for Black Thursd … I mean Black Friday, then we wouldn’t have a house full of things to Facebook about next November when we numerically categorize the things we are thankful for and why. It’s almost as if we are purging our thankfulness in one month. No need to be thankful in any other month.
I’m being a bit facetious. There is nothing wrong with getting on Facebook and being sure to tell those you are thankful for just how much they mean to you. Even if you are saying your thanks while you game plan to smack someone in the face over the final remote-control helicopter Thursday night. I guess if it didn’t happen in November it probably wouldn’t happen any other time of the year. In an increasingly self-centered world, at least we do say thank you a few days out of the year, even if it’s because we feel obligated to.
I will say that as much as I criticize Black Friday and the hypocrisy that it brings out in people on Thanksgiving Day, I will be part of the madness yet again this year. Don’t worry, I’m not a hypocrite because I don’t say thank you to anyone throughout November.
If you haven’t been Black Friday shopping, I recommend you go just to watch the spectacle. You can’t get better entertainment than that, and it’s much more entertainment than the usual NFL Thanksgiving Day blowouts.
I will tell you that if you do go to watch, put your money on team Josh and Holly. We generally show up with a solid game plan. Last year Holly ran a go route down action ally, did a pretty good job avoiding buggy traffic, perfected a swim move around a middle-aged woman with curlers in her hair pulling at a pack of sheets and dove just in time to get the last ticket for trampolines.
Meanwhile, with the defense distracted by Holly’s playmaking abilities, I hurdled two buggies loaded down with towels and occupied by one person, put a stiff arm on a Duck Dynasty cast wannabe and jumped on a loose edition of Black Ops II. It was a tough fight at the bottom of the pile, but after review it was determined I had possession with both feet in bounds and was clearly on the ground first. The crowd didn’t really agree with the referee. And neither did the guy who bit my fingers trying to pry that thing loose. But I got the call and made out of there with the game and that’s what matters.
I was a little shaken up after the play but with a little therapy my fingers healed fast enough to be back on the field for Cyber Monday.
I suppose that we as a country should be thankful that we have the freedom to be as hypocritical and shopping crazy as we want to be.
See you at the buggy line.
-Josh Peterson is the editor of the Manchester Times. He is a Tennessee Press Association award-winning writer and photographer. His column, “From the editor’s desk” won TPA first-place honors for best personal humor column. He can be reached by email at firstname.lastname@example.org or by telephone at 931-728-7577 ext. 105. Follow him on Twitter @joshpeterson29