W e l l it's almost time for that annual stampede we call Black Friday.
(Ready your combat boots, Verity!)
I don't have any special sales going on, I learned that lesson the first year I was open. So much broken merchandise! Does Little Timmy need a toy that badly, hmmm?
n o, he does not.
Still, it's almost fun, isn't it? Almost like -- like those gladiators in Ancient Rome or something. Watching people go c r a z y, elbowing each other out of the way to get the best deal. So barbaric!
But I avoid the carnage as much as possible in my own store. Privately owned and all, I have to pay out of pocket for damages. Such a nuisance.