Maybe you love all the after Thanksgiving sales. Maybe you despise all that the retail circus represents. Maybe you’re scared of the crazies. Maybe you don’t care either way. I would say I’m all of the above but tend to lean toward loving it. Not so much because of the sales, but because of the fun I have with my family.
The teen-and-up girls of my fam don’t let a Black Friday pass without a purchase. My mom, sis, niece and I set off as early as we can to take advantage of any sales but mostly to have a blast living through the experience together.
This year brought plenty of laughs. There was the man who almost ran us over in front of the mall as he abruptly stopped to shove his woman out of the car. There was the highly mediated cashier who was barely breathing and then needed to attempt to call for a price check. There was the man in the fast line who wouldn’t stop talking to the cashier and then stopped to talk more to us because I told him he dropped his debit card on the ground. (I now know he keeps his card in his checkbook so he can write down every deduction.) But the best was the noisy shopping cart that was bestowed upon us. It could be heard throughout the store, over the terrible shopping music and our in-stereo laughter.
I’d push the loudest cart with these ladies any day of the year.
Are You Zhazha? 
Have something to share?