Thursday, April 11, 2019

Delusions of Grandeur

     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. 


  1. 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...

    1. Nice to know I'm not the only one who's had that thought cross her mind.

  2. Target? Not a Target I have ever been into.
    And a big yes to Mitten's comment and your response.

  3. 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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