I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I told people. It was over, I had over come.
For some reason, my eyes opened up at 4:20 am, and I was ready to shop!
WHAT THE HECK!?!?!
So, I participated in the day after holiday of Black Friday.
This involved me and my mother (who I just barely got over walking in front of to make sure she doesn’t embarrass me *Hi Mom!*) walking amongst the throngs of people who were fighting hand and tooth to get at what they wanted. I witnessed people with so much *stuff* that they were kicking piles of stuff as the line moved.
And then I got one thing and paid for it and was gone. Oh the sweet, sweet Irony.
We then wandered over to Target where people were running to get in line. Later on, I was laughing as people were pushing each other out of the way in the effort to find that one “super” deal.
Eventually I found my mom in line (after I was finished getting scowled at as I was laughing) and we started towards the check out. At this point I will liken this trip to those of the 49rs, or other great people who had a pilgrimage. It seemed to be that as we moved closer and closer more pieces of clothing and toys (we found a PSP and a karaoke machine) being disguarded as people slogged their way to the check out. Some were bound to be running out of food and water, others, freezing to the ground as they walked across the plains… Wait.. Strike that, I automatically went into Pioneer day mode, sorry. So, as I disguarded my tool chest that I found I didn’t need, I made my way to the forefront and paid for my stuff. Two DVDs.
I mean, I like collecting stuff as much as the next guy, but for the most part, mine weigh 300lbs and make all kinds of clattery sounds and blinky lights.
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