I can’t help to think about all the wonderful people who are getting trampled, even as I write this. I woke this morning envisioning aisles filled with wounded bodies, lying helplessly on the floor, yet amazingly their arms still reached for another sale item just at the tip of their fingers. I saw shopping bags ripped open, spilling their contents onto the tiled retail race-track. Now sing along to my Black Friday song, just think Rudolph:
Men, women, and even children, (And HERE IS THE SONG PART) dashing and smashing, jetting and fretting, shoving and no-loving, until they finally saw, the most famous item of alllllllll…two-dollars off a blue tooth, that had a very tiny light, and if you every blocked it, your hand would light up at night…all of the other shoppers, used to laugh and called them games, they never felt that bluetooth, would ever amount to fame…then one dropped call yesterday, turkeys came to say, why don’t you buy something great, something you’ll appreciate…then all the other shoppers, ran into their nearest mall, bluetooth the alien’s headset, you’ll be used in bathroom stalls!
Happy Black Friday!