As soon as Thanksgiving is over, the Beverly Hills bitches are out and about in full force and full maquillage. Driving their Beemers and Mercs with maniacal intent, they hit the department stores determined to put a dent in their hubbys’ credit cards. Black Friday is what the day after Thanksgiving is called, as all the retailers hold their breath and pray that the huge mass of Christmas shoppers will magically turn their red losses into black profits. This year was better than usual. The weather was good and so were the bargains. The queues outside the doors of the major stores looked like refugee camps, with shoppers putting up tents days in advance of this retail event. Some matrons even used pepper spray to fend off the crowds and clear a path to their prized stake, and many fights broke out, as they do when the prize is a hideous leather jacket reduced from $200 to $35.
Joan Collins
A star at Christmas | 17 December 2011
issue 17 December 2011
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