Mysteries of Target
Snow! For now...it's supposed to be upwards of 50 by the end of the week. But I did have to dig out my car this morning.
Last night, I experienced a strange, Bermuda Triangle like occurrence in Target. I went there to buy socks, and I was in dire need of razors and various girly products. I picked those up first, along with some foundation, and headed on over to the socks. I passed through the underwear and looked around a bit, looked around at the jewelry, picked up a scarf, got a bunch of socks, and headed to the checkout.
It was not until I got home that I realized that the razors, etc, that I'd put in the cart had not been in the cart when I checked out. Somewhere along they way, they all VANISHED. The only explanation is that I somehow picked up the wrong cart, and swapped it with someone else who was puzzled to have been buying Always Thins, but I can't think how this happened. My cart was never more than two feet away from me.
Mysteries of Target. Believe it...or NOT.
I have to go to this thing in half an hour where we sit in an auditorium for an hour and listen to our president talk. I intensely don't want to go, but I have to. Woe.
Last night, I experienced a strange, Bermuda Triangle like occurrence in Target. I went there to buy socks, and I was in dire need of razors and various girly products. I picked those up first, along with some foundation, and headed on over to the socks. I passed through the underwear and looked around a bit, looked around at the jewelry, picked up a scarf, got a bunch of socks, and headed to the checkout.
It was not until I got home that I realized that the razors, etc, that I'd put in the cart had not been in the cart when I checked out. Somewhere along they way, they all VANISHED. The only explanation is that I somehow picked up the wrong cart, and swapped it with someone else who was puzzled to have been buying Always Thins, but I can't think how this happened. My cart was never more than two feet away from me.
Mysteries of Target. Believe it...or NOT.
I have to go to this thing in half an hour where we sit in an auditorium for an hour and listen to our president talk. I intensely don't want to go, but I have to. Woe.