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...ReplyDelete
Nice to know I'm not the only one who's had that thought cross her mind.Delete
From the ridiculous to the sublime.ReplyDelete
Target? Not a Target I have ever been into.ReplyDelete
And 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. :-)ReplyDelete