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Yesterday I had a mini father's day breakdown.
I told my mom that I'd be in highland park by 3 so that we could watch a movie with my dad and then go to dinner, which was what he wanted to do. I knew what I wanted to get for him, and was planning on stopping to pick it up on the way. Quick, easy, done.
So, I left at 2, which I knew was probably going to be a little too late, but which would have been fine had I found what I was looking for where I thought I would. But while they used to carry them, the place I stopped at no longer does, so I had to try somewhere else. No luck there either. So then I went to Target, which is a GREATLAND and has EVERYTHING. But did they have my gift? NO. All right. So I found a consolation prize. Then I spent 10 minutes trying to find a card in the disastrous ruins of the picked over father's day card section, finally settled on a stupid-looking blank card to fill in myself and went to check out.
When the cashier gave me my total, it was more than twice as much as I thought it was going to be. Apparently the consolation gift I found was sitting in front of the wrong tag on the shelf. I was sure I'd seen at least one other of the same thing in the same place, so I complained and the manager came over, and I stood waiting at the cash register for 15 minutes. It was finally determined that this item was the only one of its kind left in the store, and someone must have picked it up and moved it. It was marked on the item itself how much it actually was. Meanwhile, while I was waiting for the verdict, I noticed that it wasn't actually in the best shape. So I asked the manager if I could get a discount on it for the damage (my dad wouldn't even notice.) She said 10%. I said fine.
During this whole experience I was getting more and more worked up. Time was ticking by, (it was ten to four already by the time I got out of there) I was frustrated with my money situation (I don't have any, and I don't know how to save what I do have), and being late for my dad, and not being on the ball enough to get his gift ahead of time, and feeling like he wouldn't really like it anyway, and he's so hard to shop for, but he gives me so much, and I wanted to take the opportunity to show him how much I appreciate him. And I was so annoyed with target for charging way too much for something so silly and for making such a big deal out of something that's damaged anyway and as I was about to buy it, I changed my mind, leaving the poor cashier in a daze and stormed out of target, tears welling up in my eyes.
I need to figure out how to lead a life that affords me the ability to behave like an adult.
FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I PARKED MY CAR AT A METER LAST NIGHT.
Great. And now I owe the city of chicago another $50. GAadgkkkjdg. Speaking of behaving like an adult.
I told my mom that I'd be in highland park by 3 so that we could watch a movie with my dad and then go to dinner, which was what he wanted to do. I knew what I wanted to get for him, and was planning on stopping to pick it up on the way. Quick, easy, done.
So, I left at 2, which I knew was probably going to be a little too late, but which would have been fine had I found what I was looking for where I thought I would. But while they used to carry them, the place I stopped at no longer does, so I had to try somewhere else. No luck there either. So then I went to Target, which is a GREATLAND and has EVERYTHING. But did they have my gift? NO. All right. So I found a consolation prize. Then I spent 10 minutes trying to find a card in the disastrous ruins of the picked over father's day card section, finally settled on a stupid-looking blank card to fill in myself and went to check out.
When the cashier gave me my total, it was more than twice as much as I thought it was going to be. Apparently the consolation gift I found was sitting in front of the wrong tag on the shelf. I was sure I'd seen at least one other of the same thing in the same place, so I complained and the manager came over, and I stood waiting at the cash register for 15 minutes. It was finally determined that this item was the only one of its kind left in the store, and someone must have picked it up and moved it. It was marked on the item itself how much it actually was. Meanwhile, while I was waiting for the verdict, I noticed that it wasn't actually in the best shape. So I asked the manager if I could get a discount on it for the damage (my dad wouldn't even notice.) She said 10%. I said fine.
During this whole experience I was getting more and more worked up. Time was ticking by, (it was ten to four already by the time I got out of there) I was frustrated with my money situation (I don't have any, and I don't know how to save what I do have), and being late for my dad, and not being on the ball enough to get his gift ahead of time, and feeling like he wouldn't really like it anyway, and he's so hard to shop for, but he gives me so much, and I wanted to take the opportunity to show him how much I appreciate him. And I was so annoyed with target for charging way too much for something so silly and for making such a big deal out of something that's damaged anyway and as I was about to buy it, I changed my mind, leaving the poor cashier in a daze and stormed out of target, tears welling up in my eyes.
I need to figure out how to lead a life that affords me the ability to behave like an adult.
FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I PARKED MY CAR AT A METER LAST NIGHT.
Great. And now I owe the city of chicago another $50. GAadgkkkjdg. Speaking of behaving like an adult.