Hell hath no fury quite like an unhinged line of Black Friday shoppers, and while the pandemic will hopefully calm the storms of manic Thanksgiving weekend shoppers (or at least shift them online), the specter of terror still hovers.
Anyone whose worked retail during Black Friday is deeply acquainted with the depravity that massive discounts, sleep deprivation, and long lines bring out of ordinary Americans.
I worked as a supervisor at Toys R Us for several years. On Black Friday, we opened at midnight, and you basically hug the wall and hope you don't get crushed, so you are stuck in the same spot for hours.
This (grown) woman was about 500th in the first wave. She told me the lines were too long. I told her that's what happens on Black Friday. She said we should make them shorter. It hurt my brain, but I explained that every register was open. She said she wanted to go the front. I told her that everyone does, and that's why we have a line. She asked to see my manager. I told her that isn't possible, because there were over 2000 people in the store. She threw a tantrum and sat on the floor in the middle of the line. Whenever the line moved, she would push her cart and crawl after it, then resume sitting on the floor with her arms crossed.