#30: Poor Use of Time

Full confession: I’ve never really done the Black Friday thing. There has never been anything that I was so keen to buy cheaply that I was willing to fight the crowds for it. And I’m even less willing to stand in line for a long time. My time has value to me, and saving 20 bucks on a blender is not worth 12 hours of my life. It’s not even worth one hour of my life.

So everything about this story right here makes me sad and tired. Why in the world would you stand in line for 13 hours in order to get cheap towels? Did these people know a secret about these towels? Were they woven from strands of pure gold? Did they accidentally leave behind an incriminating clue implicating them in a murder inside one of the towels? What is happening here?