I went to Target today because, for obvious reasons, I like Target better than Wal Mart. I'm not really a fan of the regular Target stores; I prefer Super Target. The Target my GPS liked best was not in a fabulous area, but I saw plenty of BMW's and Lexus' in the parking lot so I figured it would be fine.
It was a regular Target, so I clearly didn't love it right off the bat. But when the cashier told me I needed to take my items out of my hand basket that I had set on the conveyor belt, I about threw a fit. I'm never going back to that Target again.
I'm such a finicky customer.
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