No More Animal Prints
Those bitches.
So when I was picking through the Target bags I noticed a top was missing. I called the store and gave them the pertinent information. The customer service rep found the shirt at the register and told me I could come in and pick it up. When I returned to Target there was a line at customer service so I figured that a run through the shoe section was a good idea (as I had neglected to do so earlier in the day).
The fruits of my labor, two pairs of super cute wedges. I could have bought more, but decided to skip the last two isles. I was concerned that someone (Hi Bruce) would think that I was becoming too much of a shoe whore. Buying only two pairs helps me level out as a shoe slut. (There has been an argument made about the need for shoes for work. I wonder how long that type of excuse is going to work?)
When I returned to customer service the line was gone, as was my top. There was a protracted scrambled. There were people called and people calling. There was a t-shirt from the men’s section. There was finally the right top (I went to the floor and grabbed it). When the whole verify and enter something into the computer process began the register system crashed. She tried the next register and the same thing happened. And then the next one. Finally the shirt was jammed into a bag, handed to me, and I was told, “just take it .”
Way to be awesome. Up next, what color is my hair?