When Black Friday Comes…

When Black Friday comes, I’ll be asleep. I finished my shopping already except for one or two gifts.

When Black Friday comes, I’ll have to go to work at my normal time. Because too many of you people insist on killing each other in a consumer orgy, and I have to maintain all the systems that let you do that.

When Black Friday comes, I won’t be anywhere near the mall, Target, Walmart, or even the small businesses American Express wants us to frequent this season. I’ll come home and drink beer.

When Black Friday comes, I will not be in a parking lot.

When Black Friday comes, I’ll probably be blaring this over and over on my iPod…

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