Remember one of the early scenes in The Walking Dead, where Rick is running through Atlanta, being chased by a bunch of bloodthirsty, mindless zombies, chasing after something they truly did not understand, but only knew by instinct that they wanted it - and during this pursuit, Rick knew that he was a dead man, perhaps destined to become one of them?
I have worked many black Fridays. I would gladly trade places with Rick over any of those days. Because at least those fucking zombies have more than enough common sense to not walk into the fucking store 8 hours after the store opened and demand why a very limited and popular toy (Tickle Me Elmo, Talking Barney, Holiday Barbie, Furby) was bit put aside to accommodate for their fucking laziness in not being able to drag their fat ass out of bed before noon.