When Black Friday comes…

You know, I thought I called this post that when I made it last year, but I didn’t.  Quoted the relevant lyric at the beginning, though.

Guess what?  Say it with me:  “no plans to go out.”  Got up early and paid bills.  Did some dishes.  About to get a leisurely load of laundry done.  Got football.  Got beer.  I’m set.

Oh, you know what?  I had a neat idea for Black Friday on the web.  For all I know someone’s already doing this or some variant, but here goes:

Imagine you go to a large retailer’s web site.  Indicate that you’re shopping for Christmas gifts, then answer two or three questions about the sort of thing you’re looking for.  Then, it puts you in a progression of deals.  You can take the current deal or go to the next one.  Each one is better than the previous, but you don’t how close you are to the end.  You can pull the trigger anytime and buy what you see.  If you click past the last one, you can’t play for some short but non-trivial amount of time:  ten minutes, say.  Then you’re eligible to come back and try again.

I like the psychology of that.  I think that would be lucrative.  And, it’d be a way to (genuinely) capture some of the gambling aspects of Black Friday, for those who enjoy them.

For those like me who consider paying a little more a convenience fee for not having to deal with you lunatics, we just keep doing it our way.  Heh.

Happy Black Friday, whatever you’re doing!

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