I went black Friday shopping. On Thanksgiving. At Wal-Mart. Go ahead - accuse me of contributing to the erosion of the American institution. And I'll tell you that it was a lot easier than you might think to abandon a Thanksgiving dinner table where my 82-year-old Grandma is ripping twelve second farts to shop kidless with my sister while sipping on Crown and ...
Slack Friday
Like millions of Americans looking to fill the void left from an overly hyped up yet unfulfilling holiday, I went shopping on Black Friday. My experience was relatively tame; I didn't stand in line for hours in the blistering wind for a TV or frantically elbow my way through an angry mob of rabid women who would knife their grandma for a Furby. No, I was merely ...