Black Friday, it’s clearly the biggest shopping day of the year. For those of you who are hermits, cave dwellers ECT, Black Friday is the Friday after thanksgiving, and where almost every soccer mom is out shopping for Christmas. Ah hah, again the impenetrable women’s liberation front hard at work. Personally I don’t go out shopping until a couple weeks before Christmas. I wouldn’t be caught dead scrabbling around in the fortification of middle-aged people trying to jump over each other in hot pursuit of the checkout counter. Honestly, I think its fun watching them scrabble about, it’s like watching the Spaniards letting the bulls loose through the village and chasing everyone down the street.
I’ve been resorting to online shopping lately. I like browsing around on a store’s website a little more than actually traveling out to the store to try and find something that isn’t always there, you can also save on gas. It seems to me that the reason why almost everyone that is out on black Friday is trying to attain some steely resolve before the year is over. More times than not, it’s not needed. It’s all fun and games until someone gets their eye gouged out by a cornucopia from the day before.
© Garrett L. Knott, 2007
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