That’s it. Macy’s. All day. It was dark when we came out … mind you it gets dark at 5pm here and stores are mostly open until 8 or 9pm every night.

Guys are groaning, girls are wishing they had a Mister in their lives who loved spending the entire day in a department store! Massive bargains are to be had on Black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving Day when stores having one-day sales apparently go well into the ‘black’) so we were in there scoping stuff out.

I had another orange experience in store: when you want to try on shoes a roving guy scans the the bar code off the bottom of the display shoe and taps in the size you want and then somewhere in the bowels of the store someone scurries around the store room, locates the shoe and buzzes the guy who goes and gets them from some service window and brings them to you. They guy scanning/tapping/buzzing on my behalf was serving loads of people and seemed very hassled so I wondered how he found me so directly when he arrived back on the floor buried under 7 boxes of shoes (no, not all for me! It’s me we’re talking about!). There was a little print-out taped to the end of the box containing my shoes, the make, model, colour, size and next to ‘Cust:’ it said ORANGE!!! I’d wondered at the time why he didn’t ask my name like he’d been asking others. And I only had my orange scarf on – all the other winter paraphernalia was in coat check.