Black Friday Adventure

Whose idea was it to take the Christ out of Christmas? What do I mean by this statement? Seriously, Black Friday should not start at midnight. Why are folks out at midnight after supposedly giving thanks on Thanksgiving? I mean their food is still being digested and some folks just said F-it and gave up sleep to begin their Christmas shopping.

My Black Friday last year was an adventure, well this year things were different. Why? Because all the damn stores that didn’t open at midnight decided to open at 4 am. Getouttaherewiththatbullshit! When making our shopping plans, it wasn’t about what time a store opened or what items would go quickly, it was about which ones will not make us forget that Christ is part of the word Christmas.

The sales were not the greatest or maybe I didn’t need much because my Christmas gift list is shorter now. Or maybe because I didn’t have my eye on anything I had to have for myself. Except a pair of boots and some Clinique Even Better, this garnered a gift set and a large tote bag. That’s what’s up! I could not be a retail associate during this time, because Belk’s shoe department looked like a bomb had exploded up in there. Shoes everywhere and one couldn’t tell the workers from the shoppers. When we made it to Target, we rushed in for the items we were getting and ended up standing in this line that was shorter than the line some of the other unfortunate shoppers were bamboozled into. In and out, baby! Walmart was calm and cool. Although, I am going to need the workers to know what they have and not lie about shit being sold out when there is a pallet in the front of the store. Lazyasses!


Ladies would you like to know when we finished, 7:40 am. Done. Finis.


On to breakfast and then home we were going, but um, breakfast was an adventure. We decided to try Mama Nem’s for breakfast; you know because it is easy and shouldn’t take too long. We smelled the aromatics cooking upon opening the car door. We were greeted by two hostesses and immediately seated in what use to be the Cracker Barrel. The décor and ambiance were nothing like all the junk one associates with Cracker Barrel; in fact it was warm and inviting. White table cloths baby. Our waitress took our drink order and then returned to our table to say they didn’t have any cranberry juice or Thai tea and the only juice they had was orange. Really? The second day of your opening? Um, we just ordered water. We perused the extensive menu and ordered. After placing our order, I looked around and said to my sister, “No one has any food on their table and they have been open since 7 am.” Second strike. There was a floor manager walking around looking damn lost and lazy. Yeah, I said lazy. And too many servers standing around looking uncomfortable, I guess you would look that way if folks had been waiting on their food for over 30 minutes. It’s breakfast people, not rocket science. Folks started walking out and do you think the floor manager did anything or said anything. When the Kitchen Manager/Chef came in he immediately started wrangling folks because obviously something was wrong. Our waitress apologized numerous times and explained to us what happened. Seemingly, their computer system was malfunctioning. The waitresses would put the orders into the computer and what was seen in the kitchen wasn’t correct. Great times. Really. However, when the head guy came in food finally started coming out of the kitchen. We didn’t get ours until 9 am. And the order wasn’t completely right. My sister ordered the French toast platter and got everything but the damn bacon she ordered and French toast. Yeah, think on that. I got the chicken and waffles and a side of bacon. My chicken had no seasoning on it. No really it was just dredged in some flour and fried. The waffle was okay, but the damn bacon was the business. Yes sir, the bacon was their saving grace. Side bar: There was a lady who ordered coffee, took a sip and left immediately after placing her money on the table. Guess the coffee was cold or nasty. Now mind you the customer was going to order because she ordered food and had spread her napkin in her lap and placed her silverware on the table. When she left one of the servers re-rolled the silverware and placed it back on the table to be reused. You know I was fit to be tied. When a random server passed by my table I explained what took place and she said, ‘Why would she do that?’ looking as perplexed as we were. I responded with I don’t know, but you work with her. The Kitchen Manager/Chef came to each table and apologized for the wait, I wished he had asked how my food was because I would have told him, um for an upscale, classy soul food joint, failure to season the chicken is #epicfail. I told the waitress I would be returning after I think they have worked out the kinks and I wished them the best. I also told her that Montgomery has too many food choices and a bad first impression is a lasting one, and folks will not return. So they needed to get it together and quick. Don’t even ask me about why we were cautioning fraud when we received our credit card slips to sign and it had the name of a pharmacy on it. Seriously, don’t ask. Another side bar: The Kitchen Manager/Chef was good looking and  attractiveness will allow you to forgive most anything.