Target is a miss....

Like many women, when I arrive home from work, my second shift begins. My break is my commute to and from home, when I get to do all of the things I normally can't do at home without background noise, (i.e., screaming, crying, inept questions from my husband, etc.), such as make phone calls, listen to the radio, dash into a store, do my make-up, eat, think, breathe, etc.

This evening, I decide to dash into Target for 5 minutes without notifying headquarters so I can grab the few little knick-knacks that I constantly forget to grab because I am busy grabbing too much crap for too many other people with too little time.

So there I am, red basket in hand ready to check out. There's a line of people, but it seems to be moving quickly. I do my usual routine picking up a gossip magazine and quickly scanning it as I inch up. Before you know it, its time for me to place my few little items on the belt and pay.

Just as I am about to hand over my debit card, lo and behold, there is a register malfunction. Buttons are being rapidly pushed, an announcement is made, the number 9 register light is flashing, a manager is called, the register is opened up and examined, paper must be changed. So to the massive line of people behind me, I might as well be the anti-christ.

To make matters worse, it the midst of my Target euphoria, I apparently grabbed an item with no price. The barcode isn't coming up with anything. So a second announcement is made, the number 9 light flashes AGAIN which is like kryptonite to everyone else on line.

After an eternity, a team member arrives to investigate. As I wait for the team member to return, I see daggers in the eyes of everyone on line. The team member is not coming back as quickly as I had hoped. People are fleeing register 9 in droves. So I decide to ditch the item and pay for eveything else quickly. I left Target feeling dejected to say the least, and remembering what it must have been like to have the cooties.