I’ve never gotten in a fight at a Walmart on Black Friday, but I’ve come close. It was about 15 years ago, and I was visiting my parents back home in rural Illinois. My father wanted a new TV to watch baseball in his basement. He’d read about a Samsung model that was 25 percent off on Black Friday and found out they only had a dozen in stock. Those are gonna go fast, Dad said, which is how we found ourselves lined up on Thanksgiving night, jockeying for position, waiting for the stampede to begin.

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