Thursday, November 28, 2013

Black Friday...

Look, it's not that I don't like sales. It isn't as if I think that buying things is intrinisically immoral. It's just that when you get to huge, crowded, pseudo-holiday sales, well...

"Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives."


  1. The only reason I was anywhere near any malls today was that they were between my mom's apartment and the train station at one end and between the local commuter train and the bus that was taking me home and at the other. Seriously, the local commuter rail has a station under a major area shopping mall. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't actually enter the mall proper at this end.

  2. That's probably why the zombies didn't get you.

  3. That explains why they didn't get me at the home town end of the journey. It doesn't explain my escape at my mom's end of the journey where the shortest distance to the train station passes through, not one but two malls. Although, considering how empty said malls were, maybe the zombies were besieging the local Target instead. (There is no Wal-Mart less than an hour away from my mom's apartment; there is a Target though).

  4. Probably. We passed by a Target on the way home on Thursday night, and it had that same general look.


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