You would have had to hold a gun on me to get me into a store on Black Friday.
Nothing against that date. I hate shopping year round. Now let me list some exceptions. It is a rare week when I am not browsing in a bookstore or two. For some odd reason, I also like drugstores. Office supply stores have a minor appeal.
All other stores? Forget it. My shopping expeditions for clothes have the same internal clock used by commandoes when they conduct a raid. A favorite memory is of buying a suit, having it fitted, and being out the door with product in hand within 20 minutes.
Grocery shopping is a similar chore. The idea of walking up and down the aisles and studying the products does not strike me as a great use of time. My attitude might change if I cooked more.
That does reveal what may be the cause of my shopping-aversion: the sense that every minute spent in a store could be better spent elsewhere.