Black Friday. For him, it's a day of meticulous planning.
So he's pissed when a fiery red-headed maniac rips the last five blenders from the shelf.
"Why the hell do you need five fucking blenders?"
She turns, dumping the boxes in her cart. "You want one?"
"Hell yeah, I want one! They have stainless steel titanium blend blades!"
She looks him up and down. "I'll make you a deal. You can take one, if you go with me to my sister's wedding."
"You don't know me! I could be a rapist."
"Are you?"
"No."
"Do you want this blender."
"Fine."