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My First Black Friday Shopping Experience

No, I’m not talking about the weekly pay day rush at my local KFC. I’m talking about the day-after-thanksgiving tradition, cleverly marketed as “black Friday.” And I’ll tell you what, it’s not named such because of the large amounts of black people there. I saw a grand total of two black families out there. I did notice an overwhelming amount of Asians, however. I would say over 70% of the folks I saw shopping were Asians. I guess they just bootleg the good shit and sell it to Americans, while they take that money to actually buy the good shit for themselves at deep discounts. I’m talking Gucci, Tory Burch, and the like. Lines were crazy. We went for the 12 a.m. opening time and spent at least 30 minutes just looking for parking, and that’s because we got lucky. All in all it was an interesting experience, but I doubt I’ll do it again. You might ask yourself why I did it in the first place, the lil lady wanted to go. The things we do for the tang. It’s a powerful thing. Speaking of what we do for the tang… I noticed that about one out of every 7-10 cars had some dude sleeping in the front seat. While that poor sucker’s wife was having her way with his back account or credit card. I was trooper. I stuck it out and I earned my just rewards: steak and b.j. Well worth every minute.