The phrase I've been hearing all week is "Door Buster". TV ads compete for your attention and dollars promising you stuff at deeply discounted prices that will most likely be snatched up by some more eager and diligent early-bird shopper by the time you elbow your way through the wide-eyed mob to toys or electronics. But, hey, don't despair. While they have you in the store, maybe you'll settle for discounted second best.
As hard as I try, I can't conjure up any wholesome images when I hear the words "Door Buster". I think of "bait and switch". I think of "you been had". I think of Jdimytai Damour (jih-mee-TREE' dah-MOR'), the New York WalMart guard that gave his life last year for stuff that's probably already broken or being demoted to the garage to make room for this year's model. When I was a kid, I remember a bunch of people got trampled at a Who concert in Cincinnati and Roger Daltrey and Pete Townsend cried about it. I digress.
I know I sound like the Grinch. Now there's a movie. Remember how the Grinch stole all those toys and those Whos had Christmas anyway? And it made his shriveled grinchey heart grow three sizes to see them celebrate without their toys and play stations? I know it's fiction but the story straightens out your moral compass.
At least until the commercials start rolling again.