I purposely left my my music, magazines, and books at home this morning in anticipation of lively post-Thanksgiving vanpool banter. I was desperately hoping to happen upon a conversation that featured the line, "...so then I threw my gin and tonic in her face and said her gravy is always lumpy!"
But no such luck.
We've been experiencing a rare cold snap over the past few days and I think it put a damper on van chattiness this morning.
The best (all things being relative) conversation I got was everyone's tales from the Black Friday trenches:
It took me 2 hours to check out at Circuit City - Gasp!
The line was stretched around the building at Kohl's - Oh, no!
Well, at least we got a spot in Wal-Mart electronics - Hurrah!
Me silently to myself: I find it re-goddamned-diculous that any reasonably sane human being would allow themselves to be manipulated to the point that standing in mile-long lines to elbow fellow manic shoppers for a 6% discount on holiday tchotchkes seems like a good way to spend their time.
And then there was a voice of sanity: Generic White Guy piped up and said that his Friday after Thanksgiving tradition is to stay home.
Can I get a hell yeah?