The day after...

The day after Thanksgiving is the busiest day of the year for retailers and what other profession?

Plumbers as it turns out.

Quite the mental picture. 

Reminds me of my once-sister-in-law peeking around the bathroom door alternately blushing and demanding help with the slosh of water behind her. Or, a friend embarrassed to the point of hiding when the toilet overflowed after his visit…

Turns out, though, it’s only the plumbers busiest day because loopy on Tryptophan and starchy gobs of mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, breads and stuffing, the women of America, consigned to the kitchen, far from the beer guzzling and cussing of televised football, tend to jam their garbage disposals as if they were wood chippers.

Bones and bread and the untouched contents of another year’s vegetable tray – as even the salad eaters have given into a day of gluttony. And, cookies, are as good of an appetizer as any.

Back to the retailers, though … this is the first day-after-Thanksgiving in years that I haven’t been drug out to the malls and discount stores with my little sister – the only shopper among our householder clan.  I tried to brave it myself today – having been couped up with the pets so long that the need for air fresheners seemed urgent – but, turns out that I can’t quite hack it myself.

Tiny little beast, my 100-pound sister cuts quite the swath, clearing a path through even the most insistent crowd. Despite my larger size, I can’t seem to quite make it to the register without her.

Alas, it will have to be a family holiday next year…

Happy Thanksgiving!