Black Friday has become the national holiday of the FRRAA (Free Range Rude Arsehole Association). They, in concert with the ADL (Anti Destination League), team up to kick off the Christmas and Holiday season, with a one-two punch.
You first encounter the ADL on almost every major road. Their mission in life is simple, to do their absolute best to ensure that one does not make it to their destination in one piece, or at the very least, without being aggravated by their lack of courtesy and common sense, while driving.
If one manages to run the ADL gauntlet, and successfully makes it to their destination (say, a shopping mall), they will then be greeted by the FRRAA. There is obviously some overlap between the two groups, as one might initially see FRRAA members behind the wheel, blocking the access roads to and from mall parking lots while attempting to find a parking spot nearest the mall entrance. They have been known to sit for hours, waiting for that certain spot to open, despite the availability of several hundred open parking slots (that are all within reasonable walking distance of the mall entrance). Perhaps this explains why many of the FRRAA also tend to exhibit the symptoms of LA (Lardass). And this is just the beginning.....
Once inside the mall, one immediately notices a similarity between FRRAA family units;
Husband: overweight, disheveled appearance, deficit in the personal hygiene department, and attempting to make up for the latter by bathing in copious quantities of cheap aftershave or cologne. Moves in a sloth-like manner, denoting a total reliance on lower brain-functions. If one should be so lucky as to secure the services (or at least the attention of) of a sales clerk, FRRAA husband always seems to find a way to rudely interrupt the clerk who is right in the middle of explaining the advantages of one large screen television over another.
Wife: Shrill, and often quite large (approximate girth equaling or surpassing that of her spouse). Her attitude leaves no doubt as to her role as master and commander of the family unit's shopping "expedition"; extremely rude, resorts to communicating in banshee-like tones while simultaneously swatting at her equally rude and undisciplined progeny. FRRAA wife gets under your skin by rudely cutting in front of you at the checkout line, and then, leaving her shopping cart as a place holder in said line, while she runs off on on excursion to the outermost, hereto unexplored regions of the store, in search of that "special" gift for herself (such as a thong meant for someone half her diameter)....
I won't even go as far as describing their offspring, as that would just be mean.