I ventured to Buffalo yesterday for Black Friday. This was a bold move because I hate being a consumer and despise malls.

There are a few theories out there as to why the day is called Black Friday. I think it should be because you line up in the dark… as I did at 3 am. Or maybe it’s the colour of your eyes after fighting over a Wii.

But is this bizarre ritual all about getting a good deal… or are we after something more?

Find out as heard on Metro Morning: Shop talk

P.S. (post-shopping) – {Oh, and for those who care to know… I did not buy anything. I vowed not to make a purchase unless it blew my socks off AND it was something I needed to buy.}