[Kitsa]

We needed some towels. Target was one of the places we stopped to price them out.

Fucking Target. Never again on a fucking Saturday. I don't know where the hell all of these wannabe-hipsters came from but I am not impressed by the TJ Maxx designer jeans and ridiculous pleather heel-boots. And the women all have the same haircut.

They park their cart and spread out all over the place searching for deals. We couldn't get anywhere near the towels, because some Baby Phat-wearing woman in her late fifties was literally climbing a clearance endcap to get at some discounted sheets.

People strolled down the aisles with Starbucks lattes in one hand, parking the carts in the middle of the damn aisles to chat, completely oblivious to those around them, while little Connor and Morgan (I'm sorry, but those were the names I kept hearing), ran wild.

Heard at least 5 times (at least) by someone on a cellphone...."Hello? Yeah, I'm at Target."

We went to return our cart only to be thwarted by a throng of people all trying to get to the dollar bins at the front of the store. You'd think willy wonka's golden ticket was in that shit.

We went out to the car, had a fight about it, and ended up buying our towels cheaper at the abandoned mall two towns over.