I loves me some Target. Sometimes it's almost a bit of a problem. When they opened the first SuperTarget in the metro, I wanted to fucking live there. But damn, they've been pissing me off lately.
Why is it that whenever I buy a two-pack of Target gloves for dish washing and other household chores (my hands are dry enough, thank you very much), I'll use one pair forever before I toss them, and then the next pair fills with water the second time I use them? How do you do that, Target?
Then there's the whole constantly-being-out-of-shit that seems to be happening pretty frequently, no matter where I go. Since I've been at the new job, I've been stopping at the Richfield SuperTarget on my way home from the office. Okay, so I basically go there or the one near the gym in St. Louis Park. But as often as I go to either (entirely too often, I must admit), they're both out of shit all the fucking time.
They didn't on my last visit -- and often don't -- have the tampons I want to buy. Both the Target brand and the ... I can't remember -- Glad or Ziploc brand of disposable containers? Only sizes I didn't want. On that same visit where I couldn't get my tampons, they didn't have the Kleenex I wanted, either. Again, this happens a lot. There's always tons of the kind with lotion and the regular Kleenex. But I want the damn ultra soft -- especially when my allergies are bad or I'm sick.
Of course, my allergies have been bad and have transitioned into a cold. Fuck! So, I stopped last night before yoga to get some DayQuil and NyQuil, and wouldn't you guess it -- they're out. Well, kind of. There were only the smaller sizes and this being the early stages of the cold, 12 Dayquil are not going to last me. I settled for buying the Target brand. Which was nice, because ... well, it was convenient to get both in one box. But Jesus H. Christ, Target, it's fucking impossible to get those things out of their little blister packs. I NEED MY DRUGS, ASSHOLES.
Also, when I said I had my own bag, the sales associate at the register asked for my birthday. Are you doing demographic research on half-assed enviros, Target? They never ask at Richfield.
Oh, Target -- for all my bitching, you know I'll never leave you, right?