[ Writing Prompt ] Tell me a story about a revolutionary inspiring a group of people .

It was Black Friday, I had spent Thanksgiving drinking, and I was on my last nerve. Driving through town was unpleasant experience to say the least, but I had promised my niece she would get that damn sweater she wanted so much. The thought of being bitter about bringing joy to one of the only cool people I know anymore was pretty entertaining to me, made me chuckle to myself at least. She's even worth going out and squinting through that dull winter to go to a place you hate and be around idiots you ca n't stand. 
 
 I drove around the parking lot of the mall for about twenty minutes because I slept in for one, eyeing the other latecomers circling around. If it came down to it, I was getting a space, and they could hit my car if they wanted. They were n't going to get much out of me. Finally, about an hour walking distance from the door I find a space where no man has ever tread. Lucky me. 
 
 After making my twenty mile trek to the other side of the world in the freezing cold with some light jacket I grabbed because I was in a hurry, shielding my eyes because the sunglasses I thought were in my car were actually on my desk, I finally spotted the doors. Well, not actually the doors since there was a massive crowd trying to wedge itself into a single automatic door like a bunch of lemmings. As I got closer, I noticed there was a huge revolving glass door right next to them. There was no sign that said it did n't work and there was n't anybody guarding it. There really was n't any reason for this huge crowd to try and get through that tiny door they were using. I remembered something I read a while back about social proof, they were only using that door because that's what everyone else was doing so they thought it was the only way. Idiots. 
 
 I walked right by the crowd and through the revolving door. I looked back over my shoulder from the other side, and some poor guy who had been pushing his way through that crowd for who knows how long was in utter shock. The crowd all at once decided to start going through the revolving door. For a fleeting moment I felt like some special genius in a sea of mundane banality. That feeling did n't last real long. They were out of the sweater.
