I did. I even camped out. It was awesome, and I was done about 3 minutes after the store opened.
Saw a door hanger advertising a $149 Wii Sports. I haven’t had a gaming console since the SNES and the Wii was the only one since that’s appealed to me. Having never done the “get up early to shop on the Friday after Thanksgiving” thing, I decided that this could be, would be, the year.
So I get my eight year-old daughter, load up on pillows/books/blankets/Sock Monkey/games, and head on down to the HEB Plus store that’s selling these things (a minimum of 50). We get there, find that we’re 24th in line, and queue up. Usually, one doesn’t bring a child to these things, but I’m one of those parents who believe that life is something to be experienced - you want to go sit with me on some hard concrete for 7 hours? It’s your choice, kid.
Sophie was awesome. Didn’t fidget, didn’t complain about being bored/cold/tired. She just waited in line like a person three times her age. We napped for a couple of hours (Sophie claims to have never slept, but there’s no way she laid still in the same position for two hours while awake).
The line cops did a good job too, ensuring that (at least for the first 100 people or so) that if somebody entered the line, somebody had to leave - no holding a space for your 20 family members that are going to join you at 4:45am.
Finally! We’re let in. Outside the store people walk calmly towards the entrance, but once inside it was a race to the Wii’s. Store people were yelling “Don’t run”, but that was about as fruitful as yelling “Don’t be wet” at a glass of water.
Well, I didn’t run (he says smugly).
I didn’t need to - as soon as my daughter hit the store, she started flying to the Wii’s. When she heard somebody call out “Don’t run”, she replied “I stayed still and was good for 6 hours - I WANT MY WII!!!”
Sophie gets to the pallets that contains the Wii’s. Already surrounded by adults, she knew exactly what to do - angling her body to its narrowest, she pushed her shoulder (and the rest of her) in between two pairs of legs, wriggling her way in the crowd. She grabs a box, then pulls herself out of the melee holding the thing proudly above her head. “I got one, Daddy!”
So we went to the register, paid for it, and was done with Black Friday no less than 5 minutes after it began.