I know all about Black Friday. I’ve been there with sleep still in my eye, cross-trainers laced up, elbows out as the doors open. But seeing you at the Xmas tree farm was a whole ’nother level. It ain’t like these trees are on special. Nobody gets 50 percent off because they got there first. They’re trees. Hundreds of them. And they’re pretty much all the same. So imagine my surprise when my son said “look, mommy!” and pointed at a tree he liked, and you and your tank-ass boyfriend boxed him out like you were rebounding a discount TV at Kmart. Yeah, I said it. You look like the kind of person who shops at Kmart.
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