Wow.
I knew I was screwed when my sister and I got back into town at six p.m. and did a roll through the BB parking lot, and there were already twenty or so people in line. I might have had a ghost of a chance at the one item I wanted (the Pavilion notebook) had I gotten in line that minute, but my time is too valuable for any money that would have been saved by sitting there for eleven hours with no way to use the restroom without forfeiting my spot.
So my sister dropped me at my apartment and went back home, and I made the eight minute walk over to BB at my originally planned time, with no expectation of my ghost of a chance still being alive.
Holy hell.
There were so many people snaking around the building, and enough of them facing in opposing directions, that I had to ask if I was looking at the line for Best Buy or for the JC Penney next door. They were all for Best Buy. All five hundred of them.
Maybe this is sour grapes, a bit, but WHY would people keep queueing up once the line was over a hundred damned people long? Hell, FIFTY people in line would pretty much eliminate anything that this throng is turning out for.
So goes my first attempt to do anything but sleep on Black Friday. And when I say "first attempt," I assure you I also mean "last attempt." Camping out for a laptop is the most ridiculous notion I've entertained today.
Well, at least, following "Sure, I just ate nine metric tons of turkey and side dishes, but now I should make room for PIE!"