Many several years ago, I accidentally went shopping (for one item) on the day after Thanksgiving. (It wasn’t even called Black Friday then, as I recall.) I stopped at Sears to buy a Fisher Price train to travel along the rail of Marshall’s crib.
I promised myself then that the day after Thanksgiving would never again be a shopping day for me.
Allow me to share how Motor Man and I spent our Friday morning last week.
Look! No crowds:
No doorbuster sale signs.
The food court:
No hurrying or scurrying for bargains here:
And no traffic jams in the parking lot:
Continuing our stress-free day, on the way home, we stopped for a visit with sweet Aggie.
I saw this cartoon on Facebook; my apologies to any readers who may actually enjoy the frenzy of shopping on Black Friday.
~These Days Of Mine~
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