They're not the reason I'M gainfully employed. Can I call them morons? Scariest place I've ever been was a Wally World at 9 PM on a Saturday night. Five Westpacs in some of the biggest shithole slums in the world and I felt safer than I did in that place that night.
dude, we're talking about Black Friday -- the day that when you can crawl your lazy ass out of bed at o'dark-thirty in the a.m. (in all fairness, I am up anyway cause SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK), you can score some big time savings on items.
I head out coffee in hand and with my sisters and girlfriends enjoy a marathon day of bargain basement prices shopping, with a nice leisurely brunch thrown in the mix, and get a great deal of Christmas shopping done.
Do I encounter rude people? sure. Are they the majority? no.
Besides, I am a survivor of the annual Filene's Basement dress sale (
all dresses were $14.99, doors open at 6 a.m., and hells yeah those upper class ladies were animals!). I did that every single year, no matter where I lived -- I came back to MA for it. I miss that sale.