And Black Friday! The day where it is okay to trample your neighbors in the name of saving $10.00 off a tv.
I love Black Friday. Such a sense of camaraderie. Standing in long lines, surreptitiously expelling hot toxic turkey gas from your Thanksgiving over-indulgence and watching your neighbors blame one another. The overflowing discount DVD shelf-- green stickers, yellow stickers, purple stickers. That one year a couple of housewives flipped their shit and ran down the aisle with a cartload of dish towels, laughing maniacally. Taking turns guarding your booty while the rest of the family deploys to grab a few hundred dollars' worth of deeply-discounted electronics, which later they struggle to cram into the back of a mid-sized SUV... then off to the next store to buy more stuff. That little shop where you split a cold pizza and delicious homemade peanut brittle (only a dollar, which goes towards buying new uniforms for the high school marching band) with the stockboys while waiting for your mom/wife/SO to finish trying on about a dozen dresses. Christmas music begins to play over the loudspeakers at 12:01 AM sharp. That's life in small-town America.
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