BILL CRIDER'S POP CULTURE MAGAZINE
You couldn't get me near a store on Black Friday. I'd rather go a few days later, pay a bit more, than have to deal with enraged women. I'm not nuts.With that in mind, I had to laugh at my niece's son's, he's a freshman in college, story about going along as his mother's bodyguard.
This is just one of the, oh, ten thousand reasons that the only place outside the house I go on "Black Friday" is to the mailbox at the end of the driveway.
I'd call that a quiet day for Wal-Mart.
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