#17: My Partner Ordered Our First Ever “Big Purchase” On The Black Friday Sale. Apparently, The Delivery Guy Dropped It Down The Stairs And Ran
Nothing says “Happy Black Friday” like your brand-new TV arriving in abstract art mode. The screen’s cracked, pixels bleeding, and your dreams of movie marathons instantly replaced by existential dread. You can almost hear the sound of the delivery guy’s sneakers sprinting away.
It’s the modern tragedy of online shopping—one moment you’re celebrating a great deal, the next you’re staring at digital confetti where Netflix should be. Still, on the bright side, it does look like a contemporary art installation. Maybe hang a little “fragile dreams” tag and call it performance art.