My wife woke up at 0500 hours (give or take 5 or 7 minutes, I was too sleepy to figure it out) to go to a place whose initials are O.D. because she wanted to buy a certain H.P. (Handicap Placard?) computer. While she waited in line with several other oily boids, employees of the place gave out tickets for whatever. There were 7 computers allegedly available, she saw 2 of them leaving with customers (hopefully paid for), and when she got to the area where the computers had been on Wednesday, she was told they were at the other end of the store behind the copiers and what-nots. Naturally, there were none. She left the building, walked over to the McDonald's in the plaza, got breakfast, and came home.
A few hours later, she went online and found a BETTER computer by H.P. for sale, which should arrive early this week. So much for O.D.'s tactics. And she promised she would never go anywhere on Black Friday early again. Besides -- to me, Black Friday is a day to stay home from work to make it a 4-day weekend, watch the Flyers on TV at 1:00, have our Thanksgiving pizza (day 3 of 4, like the Bundy clan), and bowl in the evening as usual.