Okay, so none of you died. That's good! However one of you got knocked out cold by a lady with a heart of stone and eyes only for discounted cashmere:
It's 11:30. Normal folks are stirring from their post-Thanksgiving comas and maybe thinking about taking something for that hangover. A strange breed of early-early-ante-meridiem bargain-hunters, however, is surfing a warm accretionary haze, Sam's Club breakfasts and $99.99 tennis bracelets acquired.