What is it about me and Target?
I seem to have some sort of Target shopping jinx. Yesterday, in order to combine trips, I decided to buy a shredder there. Fine, split a pizza with DD so she’s fed, get shredder, get groceries, done. When I get home DH is leaving with SS. DD is asleep in the car. Perfect, I can get paperwork done. I put her in bed and set up the shredder.
The damn thing doesn’t work. Gaah! Now I can’t jump back into the car to return it either. So much for combining trips.
Last time I went to Target, I stupidly mistook friends unemployed brother for employed husband. And stuck my foot in my mouth.
Before that my photo order got messed up.
Apparently, I should avoid the place.
