I went to Target looking for pasta bowls and curtains.
Typical of many of my shopping trips, I came away instead with shorts and a
beach shovel.
When I went
into the ladies dressing room, instead of being handed a ticket with the number
of items in my hand to prevent me from shoplifting their couture $15 shorts, I
was instead ushered to a cubicle by the attendant.
Then, as though my venue had
morphed from a store where I could buy both motor oil and brassieres to an
exclusive ladies boutique, she wrote my name on a special little plaque affixed
to the door. 
How posh. Now, if they would address the size of the cubicles and the distance from Mirror to Horrified Patron, I might REALLY be impressed. I've always had a paranoid feeling that those mirrors aren't as one-way as we think they are...
ReplyDeleteNice to know I'm not the only one who's had that thought cross her mind.
DeleteFrom the ridiculous to the sublime.
ReplyDeleteTarget? Not a Target I have ever been into.
ReplyDeleteAnd a big yes to Mitten's comment and your response.
This must be something new. I never heard of a Target doing anything like this, but then again I'm not much of a shopper. :-)
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