Men and Shopping and Football

Just some random thoughts as the Thanksgiving weekend comes to a close.
I was one of those crazy people who tried to go shopping on Black Friday.  What's even crazier about it is that, as my friends know, I don't like to shop.  In fact, I am very much unlike a woman when I shop.  I have a list.  I go to the stores that hold what I need.  I look at the inventory.  I make a decision, buy or not buy.  And I leave.  Usually very little indecisiveness.  For that reason, I shop best alone or with others who are like me.  I certainly don't shop well with the "typical" woman who lingers a bit.  I think I must have just acquired a mutation on the shopping gene on both of my X chromosomes.  (And perhaps that is also why I was able to so efficiently online date).
So, what amused me most on Black Friday (yes, even more than the hurricane that seemed to have hit the Shoe Dept at Macy's--and unfortunately shoes were on my list this year) was observing the men on that day.
There they were, men who stood around, holding shopping bags that weren't their's, playing games on their Iphone, and generally looking bored and out of place, sighing frequently.  And, being sympathetic to them given my usual shopping repulsion, I wondered why their girlfriends, wives, partners dragged these poor souls out shopping on Black Friday.  Cruel and Unusual Punishment, I would say. 
All I have to say is, don't make me watch football with you on Thanksgiving day and I promise I'll never drag you out shopping on Black Friday.  Deal?