So, I decided to go to Target to do some shopping for things to send to Angi for a box of goodies that she’s sending over to her friend in Iraq.
I figured that since it was 10am that it wouldn’t be too busy because really, most people should be at work on a Friday morning.
Yeah, I was totally wrong.
I should have turned back around and went home when I saw the parking lot filled, but I figured I’d need to get over my anger towards crowds and decided to park.
Not only did people race down the aisles to steal parking spots from me, other people were backing out and not looking while kids ran carelessly down the lot.
After 15 minutes I finally found a spot and went inside. It was the exact same as outside.
People were cutting me off with their carts, blocking aisles and many decided that once they saw me looking at something, they had to stand RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and look at the same thing.
I tried to quickly make my way through the store, but these women and their carts were everywhere. As soon as I grabbed my last item (which happened to be a big bag of kitty litter), I frantically searched for the checkout lines.
Once I spotted them, I maneuvered my way over, while continuously getting blocked by these strange cart people. It’s like they didn’t want me to leave the store. They wanted me to become one of them - zombie-like while pushing their carts robotically down each aisle.
I was tempted to throw my bag of cat litter at them just so I could get through, but then I saw an opening and took it.
Once I made it to the checkout counter, I was greeted by ‘Flo’, who didn’t look so friendly herself. I kind of felt like the girl in Michael Jackson’s Thriller video, where everywhere you turned there was another one of them monsters.
Flo wasn’t too friendly to me, and I wasn’t in the mood, and just when I was about to ask her if she was having a bad day or something, she completed ringing up my purchases and let me go.
Once again, I was out in the bright sun-filled parking lot. I think I actually ran to my car but of course, before I reached it, some truck had to cut me off to pull into the parking spot next to mine.
Screw Target. I think I’ll become one of those crazy cat ladies that gets everything delivered to her at home.
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