That is probably the only time y'all will ever see me write that.
Normally I love shopping. Hubby and I live on a pretty tight budget, so when we get a little extra cash, I'm sprinting to my favorite store, Target, to buy pretty things for my house or kids. Yesterday was a nightmare, and it all started at Target. You know when your favorite store pisses you off, it's not going to be a good day.
The Target closest to our new house is a horrible one. It's always disorganized, they don't have as much stuff as the one by the apartment, and the people that work there are less than happy with their lives. I headed there anyway to start my Making My House a Home shopping day.
I left Target, pissed at what had happened and decided to head to Michael's and Home Goods- two more of
my favorite stores. Michael's was a breeze considering I didn't buy anything (was just checking out prices and their Halloween marked down stuff), and I headed to Home Goods to get a picture for the wall that I had fallen in love with about a month ago. I kept with my tunnel vision through Home Goods (because I could spend our entire paycheck in that store if I was allowed), got my picture and headed to check out. One check out lane open, 3 people in line. I watched as the woman checking out was trying to put a top on a sterling silver tea pot, and was showing the cashier that it didn't snap into place. Because it didn't snap into place, she wanted more of a discount on it.
That's when I decided to assess the situation, Tatted Mom Style, of course. I was at Home Goods- the section of TJ Maxx that only has stuff for the home, no clothes or shoes. This is stuff that is overstock from the larger department stores, or has a tiny flaw in them, so they discount the crap out of them and ship them to Home Goods, where cheap people like me buy them. This woman wanted a discount on an already hella discounted sterling silver tea pot. This woman, however, had her fake nails nicely manicured, her feet to match, was wearing a Victoria's Secret jump suit (with PINK on the ass), her hair was newly dyed, her makeup perfect, her boob job had to set her back a few grand, her face muscles didn't move- meaning botox, her top lip had fresh collagen injections, her $500 purse was in the cart (I googled while waiting), she pulled out a $150 wallet, and was wearing $200 sandals on her feet... arguing over her Home Goods purchase of a sterling silver tea pot (not a necessity) because the product wasn't 100% functional.
We're at effing Home Goods, lady, not a department store in New York City.
When the cashier told her they couldn't do discounts at the register (I'm glad she told this woman no), the woman refused to buy it. So, the cashier put it on the restock shelf behind the counter, and proceeded to finish ringing up this woman's gaudy purple wire vase, sparkly silver home decor items and tacky Christmas decorations. I looked behind me, and there were now 8 people in line. The cashier kept calling for people to come to the front and open a register, and no one answered her plea. At this point, I was about to put down my picture and walk out. Thank goodness someone came and opened a new register, and I got to stand directly next to this woman and give her evil, judging looks.
Says the woman who held up the line at Target just a short time before that to get my $10 gift card. Hey, I was arguing a weekly sales ad principle, thank you, not that the corner of the box was ripped open or anything.
By this time I was happy to be heading home, pissed about how my shopping day made me angry with the outside world. Shopping for fun stuff, with no kids or Hubby, should be a relaxing experience. Instead, I was visualizing squeezing the collagen from a stranger's lips while pulling off her fake nails and saying, "Let's see if your head just snaps into place like the tea pot top didn't."