Black shopping
He was racing with his motorbike on the highway even before the sun came up. It was still quiet in town and in the city he got to in less than half the time he normally needed. It was the calm before the storm.
That day was Friday.
But it was not just any Friday.
It was Black Friday. The day all shoppers go crazy, waiting outside stores hours before they open, then fighting each other inside for items they don’t really need but are misled into believing they are a bargain, and then standing in line impatiently in order to pay for them by maxing out their credit cards.
The worse thing about this day was that everyone found something they needed to buy. So the majority of people were out shopping at one part of the day or other, leading to increased tensions, rows, noise and an incessant irritation that seemed to be diffused in the air.
He set out early, exactly because of this.
He wanted to get in and out of a store he found a large TV he had set his eyes on for weeks now. He had saved money and done his research.
He was prepared.
But not enough for how the day would turn out…
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