Day after Christmas shopping is a tradition. I do enjoy it, but my pick-up tine was made earlier this year: 6 a.m. After many trips to the tequila punchbowl last night.
Five cups of coffee, seven stores and one diner for breakfast in four hours.
Amid the empty shelves, enough rolls of wrapping paper to gift wrap the planet, percent off signs that required us to do math in our weakened conditions, toys that you couldn’t look in the eye if you’ve ever seen Toy Story, and people shopping more cutthroat than before Christmas, a wooden sign at a Hallmark store. It read:
Be humble or life will make you so.
