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I don’t know if this was a dream or if it really happened but I have a vague memory of being dragged out of my home on the friday after thanksgiving and driven to a Walmart. It would have been my first (of only three) times in a Walmart and it was frightening. I do believe it was my friend Kristina who took me. This is the same friend who took me the casino last weekend so she does have a tendency to bring me out of my comfort zones. I survived Black Friday because I was a spectator. I had no skin in the game. No need for a flat screen TV or a Tickle-Me Elmo or carnival style popcorn popper. I felt like an anthropologist studying the ways and means of this strange breed of human who pops a tent on pavement and camps out for days (forgoing a delicious meal with family– indoors) all for the chance to nash an elbow into a fellow camper’s dentures in hopes of securing the last electric blanket.

I also remember working retail on Black Friday and loving it. Christmas music blaring, no sales goals to meet, Auntie Annie’s pretzel guy I had a mild flirtation with bringing me a dozen cheddar stuffed pretzel nuggets. (My mouth is watering.)

And yep- I’m dying here. Totally phoning it it. This month can’t end fast enough! No more daily blogging. I just want to scour the internet for a good deal on a toaster oven. Is that too much to ask?

Shelly Mazzanoble

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