Black Friday

There is nothing, (do you hear me?) NOTHING that I could ever want, EVER, so much that I would stand in this crowd to get it.

Nothing. Not a couch. Not a car. Nothing.

Urban Outfitters is a fine little store. I have happily meandered through it a time or two. They sell cool stuff, cheap. So even if you're saving 50%, you're still just getting a sweater that will get pilly after a few washes, or a t-shirt that will twist just a little bit. You're still getting a funky little bedside lamp that will never work quite right or a clock radio that looks neat but can't keep time.

You'll enjoy the items for a little while, certainly, but they will never get old enough to pass down to your kids or be considered heritage. They'll end up at a garage sale for 50 cents or at the bottom of a bag you're bringing to the thrift store.

I am wondering what the people in that crowd wanted so badly that they tore inside like that? And I am thankful nobody fell, for surely they would have been trampled in the stampede.