It makes them go insane. Certifiably.
Raving middle-aged mothers will rip off your left arm if you're clutching the last Tickle Me Elmo that her six year old whiner insists on getting for Christmas.
Last night I had the lapse in judgemennt for the second year running to amble on over to the mall at midnight for some Black Friday shopping. Yes folks, I sad midnight. And while my experience pushing away desperate fellow americans out of my personal space vastly was improved over my malnourished body nearly getting crushed in a mob last year, while I and my two best friends shared a bottle of anti-anxiety meds, it was still quite unpleasant, but completely irresistible.
Why is this?
I, like my fellow desperate american mothers, was stalking a deal.
The Deal To End All Deals.
And, well, I found it!