Don’t get bruised. Don’t get battered.
Chances are, you were already.
When I was driving home with my wife and child from our Thanksgiving family affair, we passed by a Walmart. The place was mobbed with people and cars–so many that people started parking in a dirt and muddy lot that separates the store from the town of St. Clair, PA. God bless the workers tonight who will be faced with bruising and battering that was mentioned above.
People in pajamas flocking to the aisle with the cheap TV. People donning their finest spandex while they flea for iPhones and pads. Maybe iPads.
It was a little horrifying to see so many people out and about in Thanksgiving taking part in such rampant materialism. Couldn’t they wait until 3am for those ‘doorbusters.’…?
And speaking of doorbusters. I have come to despise that word over the past 36 hours.
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