On the sofa on Black Friday

I am comfy. I just looked on the news and saw shoppers looking as if they were in a mosh pit. I read that there was a big scramble for Black & Decker waffle makers; I don’t know if the shoppers emerged looking like waffles themselves or not.

I think if I were younger – much, much younger, I might entertain the thought of being part of an organized group to hit the stores and get some major bargains . . . a festive, youthful adventure with most of the fun being in the planning of the operation, the surgical precision – – – you know, the Special Ops kind of excitement. The aim would be to get some nice presents for people with a savings in money but an increase in effort and clever planning.

I don’t know, though, if the experience would leave me overall disappointed and dismayed by the rough rudeness of the crowd. I suspect a lot of the seekers of bargains might not be all that filled with the festive mood of the event. I MIGHT GET PUNCHED IN THE NOSE!

But, since I am “old” (Summer’s definition), I am going to stay on my sofa and be happy with the ongoing book sales on Kindle – and the opportunity to download samples. But, wait, I could put on a green eye shade and recruit young people for a gang of shoppers; uh, using the word “gang” is already casting doubts on this being a festive, goodwill endeavor. The green eye shade is tempting, though.

Der Bingle and I did benefit about four years ago on Black Friday; late in the day, we had to go to Wal-Mart for something and while walking through a main aisle, noticed that 19″ unknown brand flat screen TV’s were still in a small stack – despite the big markdown. Der Bingle didn’t have a TV at the Ohio Redoubt then and we decided to buy one. Well, four years later it is still going strong; he later got a good deal on a 32″ one with bonus points and I inherited the Sansui one. I still don’t know anything about the brand, but it works fine and takes up way less space in my special nook.

Maybe I’ll wander over to Wal-Mart late this afternoon . . . you never know. Then, again, I may waffle on whether to go or not.