By Rob Remington-Drake

I was expecting chaos. Mothers marking their faces with streaks of Rimmel warpaint, full grown men weeping as they cradled ‘Out of Stock’ signs and at least one fire – probably started by a tribe of abandoned children gone feral, abandoned by their parents near the electronics section.

Never one really to enjoy shopping myself even on a regular day, I’d prepared myself mentally for the horror I’d been told Black Friday was. And then I actually went into a store, and it was… quiet.

There were oceans of clothing rails marked with Black Friday discounts and percentages written on posters all Read full story ›

Source: The Drum