Do you shop? A lot of people do. I do, but with very tight constraints.
I handle the food. That’s it. I like it though; always have.
Roaming the aisles, reading the labels, trying to decide between the Gruyere or the Gouda, wondering what trans-fat is. But as far as real world, serious, go-to-a-mall shopping is concerned, I’d rather eat a bug.
Maybe that’s why I am so totally and completely fascinated with Black Friday — the day after Thanksgiving/line-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night/I-hope-they-have-one-left-madness.
Certainly you’ve caught some of the endless coverage of Black Friday in ads and in the news: stores opening at oh-dark-thirty, people stacked up at the door like marathoners at the starting line, desperate to get their hands on the 50-inch high-def plasma screen for $199 or the one-eighth-carat earrings for $19.95.