(using many of the daily word posts: see the words in bold/italicized)
The Gremlins are out for the Black Friday sales. It has become a popular annual tradition. Our friends and our neighbors, who seem to be so normal, go through a transformation when this day comes around. Suddenly, they become like toxic sludge, a mixture of mud that is unrecognizable. They succumb to a temporary state of mind which causes them to seek a particular trademark of an item they just have to have. And when they find it, they will clutch it for dear life until they can get out the door with it in their hands.
Enlighten me please — why has this Black Friday tradition become such a risky business? You have to be brave to venture out on this day because if you cross the path of one of these Gremlins, it could cause a riff. Just the thought can make you faint and stiff.
It’s the way of the world now in which we live — the gifts have to be the most fashionable, the most popular, it’s what kids expect and it’s what they prefer. No longer do they stick to the rule “do not peek.” So, on this Black Friday, these nice friendly neighbors come out and, even though there is no gratitude, they refuse to deny the desires of their children, grandchildren, and all, so they push and they shove just to get the fluff and all the other stuff in the mall.
So what does it matter if someone gets hurt or dies in the rush? As long as they get what they are after — right?
Who cares if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?