Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

"Black Friday. It could be tomorrow."

It's one of the most dangerous days of the year...at least if you're foolish enough to be up before the sun and desperate enough to try and save on the hottest geegaws for the holiday season. People rushing malls and department stores for stuff they don't need at a time at which they don't need to be out of bed. It's like something out of a nightmare or, worse still, Jingle All the Way.

One would never know about this if one ventured into the store on Friday. Whether it was the cold or people sleeping off the big feast, the place was a doornail. One could hear a pin drop. More than a few people suggested bowling, it was so quiet. It was a perfect encapsulation (and paraphrasing) of that line in Clerks: "This'd be a great place to work if it wasn't for the customers." Business picked up near the end, but still, a pretty good day of work.

BTW, the post title comes from the tagline featured in ads for the underrated thriller, Black Sunday.

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