I don't even start
thinking about Christmas shopping until after five p.m. Thanksgiving night. I've mentioned before, I think, my love of hitting the pre-Black Friday sales. Nothing like a bunch of people driving miles in a frigid, dark November evening to stand in long lines for hours, bellies full to bursting from the big meal and struggling not to squeak off hot toxic turkey gas intro the face of the person behind them, as their eyes prowl the shelves looking for a nice deal on a flat-screen TV, a nifty new laptop with Win 11 installed, or trying to remember Wal-Mart's confusing
colored-sticker code in order to grab some discounted DVDs of a movie that's probably on a dozen platforms they subscribe to already, but they like to watch the deleted bonus scenes and director's commentary you just don't get with streaming.