In a few days, it will be Thanksgiving and families will gather around tables groaning under the weight of enough food to feed a third world country.  Some people won’t be thinking of how thankful they are that day.  They will be mapping out strategies and war tactics for shopping on Black Friday.

     Believe me.  I know these people.  I’ve listened to them describe their battle plans for weeks.  Some folks will be outside certain store doors at two a.m. for the sale that begins at four.  I don’t get it.  I hate shopping.  I hate crowds of people.  To me shopping on Black Friday is akin to having four root canals at once. 

     According to all the weather forecasts, it’s going to be a very cold morning here.  A motivated person could make a fortune outside the stores selling coffee and hot chocolate.  Will I be out there?  Heck no, there’s no way I’d be leaving my warm, cozy home to stand outside in the cold for an hour or more for a few dollars off on an item or to make a few bucks.  I’d sooner burrow under the nearest blanket.

     I worked retail and there was no day I dreaded more than Black Friday.  Every year since I left that job, I spend the day as far from the stores as I can possibly get. 

     I think I’ll work on my books and relax this Friday.  What will you do?