I went in to Target the other day to get some formula. After nearly two hours and $200 of crap I don’t need later, I emerged as though from a drug induced euphoria back into the harsh light of reality, aka the parking lot. As I struggled to carry my giant garbage bag with a bright red bullseye on it, I began to think. And by think… I mean over think. Hmmm… interesting choice of name and logo, Target. I have a bullseye on my back – literally as the bag is so big and heavy that I must carry it slung over my back like a low rent Santa. Well done Target, you’ve targeted a weak consumer and lured me in with your catchy tv commercials and seemingly good deals on stuff that I don’t even really want but somehow now need. Well played, my friend. But you’ve got this shopaholic and sad, cliché of a mommy for the last time! No more will I be your target, Target.
Awwww… who am I kidding? See you in a few days. Same time, same place.