Back in my day, Black Friday was not the tidy little online coupon clickin’ situation y’all have now. Oh no. It was a full contact endurance sport coached by none other than my mama, the undefeated champion of bargain hunting in three parishes and an honorary fourth if you count the time she talked her way into a closed hardware store by rattlin’ the back door and yellin’ that she smell...
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