By Ken Hawkins from SC, USA (Closed sign) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Some number of years ago, while I was still at university, I was very pumped up the day before Thanksgiving. Not because of the holiday, but because I was in one of those moods in which I was getting a ton of shit done, being super productive . . . I finished my classes and bounced off to do errands, which included some research for a class at one of the libraries, running to a few stores, etc.. (I never went home for Thanksgiving in college, and that year was very excited to use the opportunity for some extra productivity.)
I started off on my errands and was shocked to find that everywhere I needed to go had closed early.
I ended up standing outside one of the MIT libraries, staring at the printed sign taped to the door which announced it had closed at 3pm, and yelling, “WAY TO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO LIVES!”
And that is what I remember about Thanksgiving that year.