Target is a place of both childhood nostalgia and happiness. In my mind, it is comparable to Disneyland, but that might be subjective. Walking through the doors, I feel as though I should have had to pay an admission fee just to enter such a magnificent place. The smell of the popcorn at the refreshment center fills my nostrils and I’m given all the fuel I need to embark on my journey through this incredible place. I grab my cart, and maybe a basket or two and off I go.
I keep my gaze fixed ahead as I walk past the dollar section because I must save the best for last, mom raised me right.
At this point, I have my strict list of needed items out, guiding my steps of my journey. Spoons are the first thing on my list since I always manage to lose every one I own, so into the “Home” department I go.
Pinterest has caused my inner domestic to appear as I make my way into adulthood… Catch me in the home goods section lusting after kitchenware like a 40-year-old mother of 3. Thanks, Pinterest.
Wandering through the baking goods aisle my Betty Crocker personality makes an appearance, but she gets into a conflict with my Jillian Michaels personality, therefore we settle on some ingredients for a gluten-free dark chocolate carob chip cake. Jillian can be such a stickler sometimes.
Next, I walk with intention into the women’s clothing department, next thing I know I’m trying on a men’s extra-small flannel surrounded by a sea of graphic tees. Oops. Don’t lie ladies, we all do it.
I dare not even look at the endless bikini selection. I need to lay in the sun for a solid two weeks before I even so much as even breathe in that direction… and maybe open my Abs Pinterest board and at least look at the workouts. And Lord knows Jillian won’t let me forget that.
Nostalgia creeps in as I glance past the Barbie aisle. Ken and Barbie certainly have had a wardrobe and home upgrade. Good for them.
Walking past the flower section, I see a bouquet of flowers that would look great in my DIY painted Mason Jars, but I see the price and it drowns out the beauty of the floral arrangement. Heck no, I can wait for a boy to buy me those. *Checks Tinder *
I round the corner for the final stretch of the store. Ah yes, there it is the dollar section in all of its glory. It’s even more handsome than the first time I looked at it. Walking away I assess the damage. Somehow all of my dollar section items add up to cost more than the purchases I’ve made in every other department combined… Maybe mom didn’t raise me right?
I am nearing the end of my journey as I approach check out. I stand in line, but the image of the $5 movie shelf will not disappear from my mind. I say excuse me to the mom standing in line behind me with her baby in the cart I’ve been making faces at for the last 60 seconds or so, and begin to survey my options. Mean Girls for $5? Heck yes. Such a necessity.
Upon exiting Target, I mentally assess all items purchased, realizing that I really didn’t need a quarter, okay half, of the things I bought. But hey, this is the time in your life to make financial mistakes… right?
