I wasn't planning to lose that finger. All I wanted was a few hundred dollars' worth of stuff for $3.97.
But the Black Friday Curse struck, and I'll never be the same.
You've never heard of the Black Friday Curse? Neither have I. I just named it, though, because it obviously exists -- otherwise, how do you explain how this seemingly beautiful post-holiday holiday severed the nerves in my pinky?
It wasn't the long lines or the cold weather. It couldn't have been the 80 lb. box of Oneida dinnerware I carried until all my fingers lost sensation. And I know for a fact that it wasn't the massive amounts of coffee I consumed, even though we know it constricts blood vessels and there are rumors that blood vessels are necessary.
No. The reason I can't feel my pinky finger anymore is the Black Friday Curse. And as I shake my partially numb fist at the heavens, I promise you this:
I will never shop Black Friday again.
At least not more than nine more times... because by then I'll be out of fingers.
The lesson? Fear the curses you don't even know exist, but name them well so the loss of limbs won't be in vain.
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I skipped the entire ordeal. Yes, part of me wanted to join the mayhem but I resisted....
And now you have all your fingers. You really missed out.
I respectfully submit that the curse of Black Friday could prove weak and ineffective against the workings of the cult of chiropractic.
I wish I had read this before I went out for the very first time.
I didn't lose any fingers, but I did lose my dignity, a pair of earmuffs and my ability to poop for three days.
Was it worth it? I'm still not sure.
Dave, I definitely headed to the chiropractor -- didn't fix my finger but he made my back feel brand new.
Sara, it's hard to say if it was worth it... I suppose you'd have to list more than just the pros of Black Friday.
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