So people complain about big retailers being open on Thanksgiving for door buster deals and workers should be home celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday with their family. Some of you know I’m of native American decent so your argument is invalid with me…
Thanksgiving started when the Europeans aka pilgrims came to America and the native American people welcomed them and fed them. Yep I’m sure we all learned that in school. What we didn’t learn was that many of our ancestors were raped and killed after that, so please remind me why I should be celebrating this holiday? I’m thankful everyday and I celebrate it by waking up and getting out of bed each day. My health isn’t the greatest and my body is constantly in pain. I personally cannot walk at times without my knees giving out which causes me to fall and be in more pain. Yes I’m thankful because it could be worse. I could be sicker than what I am.
Now back to this Thanksgiving holiday rant and how big retailers profit off of this…
Omg I should be ashamed of myself because I participate in grey Thursday/Thanksgiving shopping. Screw that. I’m on a limited income and even though I cannot give my children the best things in life, I can certainly try my best to provide a decent Christmas to remember at a price that is within our families budget.
One thing many people fail to remember is Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. When Jesus was born he received 3 gifts from the 3 wise men. 3 gifts not 30. I’m not knocking those parents that can and will go overboard but everyone has their opinion on how they handle the holidays in their home and they have that right and who am I really to say something.
Now this Thanksgiving I participated in grey Thursday/black Friday shopping experience with my 9 year old daughter Ava. I wanted her to see what I go through to make sure she and her sisters have a decent Christmas. I suffer from severe anxiety and panic attacks along with arthritis and fibromyalgia to name just a few things, so standing in a line for 1-3 hours in a crowded store is not the best idea for someone like me. It can be traumatic at times.
So our Thanksgiving came and we went to church like we normally do and then had a Thanksgiving dinner afterwards at our church. That has been our family tradition since my daughter was just a baby and had a taste of some mashed potatoes at like a month old. After dinner at church dad and the babies got dropped off at home and Ava and I had some quality shopping together.
Now I prepared my 9 year old for what could possibly happen. She knew we had to stand in line and wait 3 hours and we couldn’t leave our spot or someone else would take our spot. She also knew that if we didn’t get to the store early enough we may not have a spot as the toy she wanted was probably very limited. She also knew that someone may even try to reach into our cart and take said toy if we weren’t paying attention. Now granted I could’ve just bought the stupid toy online for 3-10x what the regular price was but like I stated earlier I’m on a limited income because of my health and sadly it would be been her only gift which she may have understood. Anyways, I thought I prepared her for every possible scenerio I could as a mother. Now I know some of you are probably thinking what mother in their right mind would take their 9 year old child black Friday shopping? This mother. The town we live in is pretty small so our Walmart isn’t as crazy as most you would see on the news, but it does get busy because we are close to the canadian border which all the customers in front of us were canadian.
Now on to the learning experience. My daughter and I waited in this line for this hatchimal toy. I have 4 daughter’s ages 9,5,4 and 2 and they all want one. I also have a 9 year old great niece I adore who wants one. I told my daughter who asked for a hatchimal, makeup and jewelry for Christmas that if she wanted one she had to wait in line for it and had to work for it. Now my daughter has always been a little spoiled but she’s always appreciative of what she gets. Last year she wanted a zoomer kitty for Christmas and it was $80 so we settled with a zoomer zuppy which was more than half the price but garbage. She always helps out with her little sisters but is hard-headed about cleaning her bedroom like most kids. She tries her best in school and is very kind-hearted and sweet. She’s nice to everyone and has manners and uses them even when she isn’t at home. I made a deal with her. If she cleans her room and cooperates with the dentist she gets her hatchimal early. If she doesn’t she waits for Christmas and if she misbehaves I sell it or give it to her sisters.
Now my daughter is 9, she doesn’t have many Christmases left to believe in Santa Claus. She recently had a conversation with her step dad which made her question if Santa was really real. I know soon we will eventually have that talk and she will be told not to spoil the surprise for her little sisters.
Anyways back to the experience. We waited in the hatchimal line. We were there at 3pm for the 6pm deal. We were already the 3rd group in line. She was #7 and I was #8. We were told their were only 18 available at our store. That sucked for some that didn’t come early because they were actually enjoying their Thanksgiving with family, but was great for us. We were asked how many by another associate and we told them 2. One for her and one spare for whichever kid left in our family. We were the first group in our line that actually had a shopping cart. I had already picked up a child’s table for my toddlers beforehand because it rang up the 6pm deal price but not from the 6pm deal pile. Same thing went for sweatpants in our cart too that came off the regular shelf but rang up the sale price. One thing I always do is scope out what is where and if it’s a regular item at the store I check and see if it rings up cheaper. It passes the time as well as saves time for when it really gets busy and were already headed for the checkout line.
Anyways. The associate was talking to my son’s father’s widow which always gives me dirty looks when I’m shopping on her shift before bracelets were handed out at 4pm. Now I can only assume she had a part in the associate purposely making my child cry. Once the associate got to us he told us we could only have one bracelet and it was one bracelet per shopping cart. He had already placed the bracelet on my wrist and that made my daughter cry hysterically. He told me she needed a cart. I ran around the corner a couple aisles down while in pain to get my child a cart. Then he proceeded to tell me that i had to go in the back of the line. Now my daughter is still crying and he didn’t care. I told him that we weren’t moving to the back of the line and we both were already counted for our bracelet. Thankfully he gave us a bracelet because hell probably would’ve broken out by mama cub in protect mode of her baby cub once my initial shock wore off. Nowhere in their ad did it state one bracelet per customer or family WITH A SHOPPING CART because I would’ve given her a cart and I would’ve sat on a motorized scooter in the beginning of our shopping experience. Now the people behind me were in shock the associate made her cry. Some had to run and grab carts themselves. Even though my daughter and I were singled out in the line and discriminated against she got her bracelet and the jerk put it on so loose that it could’ve fallen off of her wrist.
Now in the end, yes my daughter got her bracelet and her hatchimal toy but experienced a store employee not a customer being rude to her having no compassion at all for her or her feeling. Yes, she learned a few valuable lessons that day. She learned that not everyone is going to be nice to you. She learned that even grown adults will hurt children and bully them. She learned that sometimes rules do not apply to everyone. She also learned a little bit about discrimination as well.
Now even after everything is said and done my daughter is still upset about the associate that made her cry. I’m upset that we were singled out/discriminated against and he made her cry even though we have our hatchimals. Another thing she learned is to appreciate this specific toy because she not only had to wait in line with 20 other people but the associate purposely made her cry for it as well.
Now if you asked me if I would do it again, probably not and I would’ve sat in line for the toy and the other children in our family would’ve been without. If you ask her, she may do it again but she’d punch the associate in the stomach with a baseball bat, which would also be another valuable lesson to stand up to someone who is bullying you. Yes it sounds bad, but this is coming from a 9 year old who is picked on by her so called friends who don’t have what she has because their parents choose to go out drinking all the time and even picked on by her baby sister who will be 3 in January.
Here is my review on the experience at my local Wal-Mart.