I used to shop on Black Friday on occasion, but at some point in my life I decided that there wasn’t anything I wanted so much that somebody might snatch it out of my hands during the madness. I decided to choose calmness.
Choosing calmness means that I didn’t have to get up at 3 in the morning to go shopping at 4 or 5. It also means that when the retailers decided to back it up to Thanksgiving night this year, I didn’t have to pull an all-nighter like I used to do when studying in college.
It means that I missed the man snatching the Hot Wheels thingy from a short lady’s hands and go skulking off with it. What kind of low-down loser does that?
It means that I missed seeing women scrapping with each other trying to get the object of their desire.
It means that I missed watching people rushing the pallets at 9:51 instead of waiting until 10:00 at Wally World like they were supposed to. And BTW, DH went there at lunch today, and there were still pallets full of the bargains. Go figure. I asked him why he didn’t buy it since it was there, and he said, “What do I need with that crap?” Wise, wise man.
It means I missed the woman clearing the path for herself using pepper spray. You must be kidding me! Checkthisout
Another Thanksgiving is done. The turkey has been smoked and eaten. It was moist and divine. The green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, English peas, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, and rolls are put away for yummy leftovers tomorrow.
Coma inducing pecan pie and pumpkin pie are expanding bellies.
But the star of the show was the dressing.
Oh my goodness. That right there is some eye-rolling awesomeness.