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So, I finally discovered the wonder that is Target. Coolest
store on the planet, and I hate that I've only just realized
it. So a brand new Target just opened up down the street next
to the Best Buy and across the street from Home Depot, Old
Navy, Filene's Basement, and a new Linen's N Things. I officially
live five minutes from anything I need, it's so ridiculously
convenient. I love convenience. I love practicality. Anyway,
I have this fear of large stores. Did you know this? Any warehouse
environment makes me tense, and I've thrown many a tantrum
in those places. I like a lot of stores with what I need in
a line, but not one large store. I can never find anything,
I never know where to begin, and there is never anyone to
help me. When you need one small thing, I don't know which
aisle to go down. I know there are those signs that show you,
but you need to pace up and down the whole goddamn store reading
every fucking sign hoping it'll be obvious which category
that one object you need will be located under. I can't find
anything, so I go crazy. I love the concept of Home Depot,
but I have a panic attack every time I go because I really
don't know where anything is there.
Then I went to Target.
It's a whole new world in there. The shelves don't go as
high as the ceiling, so from whereever you are standing you
can read the giant signs all over the store for the categories.
They are friendly on the eyes, those signs. Nice font, various
colors, "Bath, Healthy and Beauty, Games, Sports Clothes,
House Cleaning," and the list goes on. And within every
lane are more signs, on EACH side saying all the things you
need. Stand in the center of an aisle and look to the right,
"Light bulbs, plugs, extension chords," the other
side, "batteries, blank tapes, hooks." It's clear,
perfect for me. I never stressed once. There was one point
when I couldn't find something, and there are a million and
three employees, always running around, each completely educated
on the store. It was a fantastic shopping experience, and
though I went with only a few items in mind to purchase, I
had a mini field day, stocking up on all the things I've needed
for months but never got around to buying.
I'd say the experience was perfect until I was trying to
buy this sports bra. It was perfect, just the kind I was looking
for and super fucking cheap. I was so excited, and it was
2 for $8, but one was missing, and it was the last set. They
couldn't separate it and just sell it to me for $4, so I couldn't
buy it. Wasn't just that though, it was a big production and
all these people were called into help, but the helpers didn't
show up, so I ended up standing there for 10 minutes waiting.
It was just me waiting though. I mean, I had no plans this
evening, so I didn't mind waiting. The guy behind the counter,
Jim, was nervously looking around, avoiding my expression,
rubbing his palms against his legs. I felt terrible for him,
but as my patience dwindled, I lacked the energy to tell the
guy I wasn't upset. He was so uncomfortable and felt so bad
and nervous that I'd yell at him or something, that my heart
was breaking the entire time. I tried to say thank you and
that it was no problem waiting in the peppiest tone I could,
but I don't think I was convincing.
Anyone, I got a shoe wrack and a few other things to organize
my life. I've been a cleaning freak, which is REALLY weird
for me. I think I'm overcompensating for the lack of organization
in the rest of my life.
So, I have some shit to do right now, but at some point I
should talk about the VMAs. Don't have too much to say on
it, but I have a story or two. I'll write later...
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