I could write about a new Mexican restaurant opening in town, yawn, or the latest check advance business to set up shop, but you don’t want to read about that. I’ll save it for another day.It’s Black Friday time, so you want to read about who was trampled to death trying to reach the 99-cent dishrags, or who was tackled trying to get the last big-screen TV. The way I look at it, a shopping experience can’t be truly exhilarating unless there’s a chance someone might put me in a headlock. If you’re not willing to fight over it, the deal can’t be that great.