From Olga's Lens: The Bad Rep of Black Friday
An editorial opinion
I had to tell my family our plans. I traveled to my hometown in Minnesota for the holiday and the mood was festive. As I finished washing the dishes from Thanksgiving dinner, my sister Gretchen threw me a nervous glance. “We are going to the Mall of America for Black Friday,” I finally announced. Our mother paled and raised her eyebrows. My journalistic curiosity had drowned out my aversion to malls, even though it was Mall of America, one of the largest malls in the world, a sprawling city-within-a-city. I was willing to jump into what could be an extended nightmare of screaming kids, tourists and overpriced merchandise. My sister saw regret on my face. “It will be fun,” she persuaded. Our mother’s silence demonstrated she was …
