I have only on the very rare occasion ventured forth on Black Friday. Once it was because I was away at college at BU, so our parents took my sister and me to the mall to get present ideas. When I worked in retail management, I managed to only have to work one of the days after Thanksgiving. I arrived at some ungodly hour only to discover that each and every parking spot in our lot was taken up by the lunatics waiting to get into the Best Buy next door (these were two stand alone stores, not a strip mall). Not for me, thanks.
Now I make every effort to steer clear of the entire area surrounding said frenetic activities. But I decided it was time for yet another trip to Home Depot yesterday. Fortunately, the big store is located at the first stoplight in the corridor of development that is springing up (or has sprung up already) near the new house. I was actually able to slip in, wander aimlessly around the store for well over an hour, and slip back out without any headache at all.
I bought ceiling paint and other odds and ends. Today my goal is the ceiling in the master bedroom. And possibly a return trip to Home Depot for the wall paint I picked out.