It’s the day before Thanksgiving, and while everyone’s thoughts are focusing on tomorrow’s big feast I know that there are some that are already planning their Black Friday routes. Me? I’ll be staying in this year and you should thank me.
See, I’m a competitive sort. On past Black Fridays I have been known to be at the store in the wee (and freezing) hours of the morning eyeing up the competition. I’d listen to surrounding conversations to see who was going after what; I’d contemplate other’s “aisle strategies” and try to envision the floor plan to formulate the optimal route through the aisles. I’d notice the little old lady that used her cane on the left side but occasionally limped on her right foot, signifying that she brought the cane for either sympathy or a weapon.