It’s awesome to roll up into Target drunk and sweaty, with no expectations other than get kitty litter, get toothpaste, get face wash and then leave with a swimsuit (albeit made of mismatched pieces) and skirt off the clearance rack. Plus some little Japanese-looking dishes and black and white star earrings from the $2.50 and $1 bins, respectively.
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LMAO…I have never, ever gone to Target and left there with *only* what I went in for.
*Note to self: never go to Target drunk with credit card in possession.*
:)
I usually only drunk shop at the Wal-Mart. Now I know I can spread the wealth. lol