Black friday

I can't lie, I admire the throngs of brave people who enjoy a good deal. But frankly I think you are all crazy. There is nothing I would hate more (besides working black friday which I did last year at bath and body works in park city which was madness and truthfully terrifying) than to wake up at the unholy hours and drag my stuffed, constipated body all over the place running into overjoyed slaphappy shopheads in my drowzy, discombobulated state. Maybe I just need sleep more than the average bear, but I can NOT do black friday. The tension that is running high, the arguments over who got there first, the children crying because they should be asleep. Mom's forcing clothes onto kids, or like last year, me waiting for my ride and all her sisters to go through pac sun and get ugly stuff for two hours after my shift was over. I fell asleep in one of their displays. I'm serious. So cheers to you who pull it off beautifully, without fights and get super awesome steals. And heres to you who statistically know that the prices of "black friday" are lower the weeks before because they aren't selling as much of their overstock.

love,
j