Oh, Target. We might really need to break up for real this time. First, you nearly broke my hear with the Missoni fiasco. But, I was willing to overlook it because I really, really love you. You’re my “happy place,” I love you so much. I love you as much as Diet Coke.
But now this. You got me all jazzed up about the Albertus Swanepoel hats. I didn’t even know who he was, but I got to know him - because I’m in a hat place right now and you were doing a collection with him, so I clearly needed to know who he is. So now I do and I really want the hats and I marked Oct. 30 on my calendar and everything.
I popped out of bed this morning raring to get to Target for the Albertus Swanepoel hats. I built in extra time to hit a Target before meeting some girlfriends for a 9:30 get-together. I built in enough extra time that when the first Target had no hats, I had time to get to my “back up” Target. Nothing. Hit Target #3 right after the hen party, before heading home to take my boyfriend to the airport. Even admitted to the boyfriend, when he asked what I was going to do for the rest of the day, that I was going to get to as many Targets as I could before heading to dinner with friends. Visited 3 more Targets post-airport drop-off. Still, nothing.
Jeez, Target. What’s going on with you? It’s like you want to break up with ME, but don’t have the guts to do it yourself, so you’re trying to make me so pissed off at you that I’ll do it. Do you really have so many loyal customers that you don’t need me anymore? It’s not going to work, Target. You can’t get rid of me quite so easily. I’ll be back this week looking for the hats, especially that burgundy/brown one with the bow. But you should at least give me some kind of a make-up present or something…
Diet Coke has never treated me this way.
- indystyle posted this