11:57 p.m. Outside the mall entrance, I start to stand in the line that they have been waiting in for the past 11 hours. Chairs get folded and blankets are rolled back in their bags.

11:58 p.m. Feet shuffle around impatiently while husbands and boyfriends slowly back away as the crowd starts pushing from the back to get even just an inch closer to those 30 percent off black Gucci boots.

11:59 p.m.  We flash out store sale catalogues for a quick check of the best deals and game plans are exchanged in quite frantic whispers so no other bargain shopper will be able to hear.

12:00 a.m. We all scream as a frightened employee opens the doors. The wave of shoppers flow in and crash into each sale shelf, leaving only a pile of unwanted things only shoppers coming in at 10 a.m. will be willing to pick up.

This crazy frenzy of fighting off rabid buyers just to get a few dollars off of the perfect bag might seem like a silly idea, but I think it’s one of the best ever.

Sure most of the time you end up leaving the mall buying way more than you ever planned and the thing you wanted couldn’t be found anywhere, because a bunch of white curly-haired women thought it would be perfect for their granddaughter.

But then every once and a while, after looking through mountains of tacky sweaters, mismatched boots and broken mirrors for years, you find it – the most amazing brown leather jacket with a cute fur hood. Right when you don’t think it can get any better, it does.  You barely look at the tag to see how much it is and there, right in the middle of it is a big red dot. You realize that its 70 percent off. A rush of joy fills you as you hug the greatest find in all of Black Friday history.

This great feeling is worth all of the lines, hours and madness endured over the years.