Monday, July 28, 2008
When I shop at Target normally, I park in the same isle, toward the back of the lot. I don't expect to park in the exact same spot every time, but I do like to keep parked in the same general area when patronizing this large store.
I do this partly because I am a creature of habit. I also do this so I can remember where I park. ( mid-30's, it's hard on the parking-lot memory...)
Last week, I threw caution to the wind and decided to park in a different isle on the opposite part of the lot. However, I was cut off by a grandfatherly driver in a much smaller car. So, in the end, I parked where I normally do.
After I paid for my items I proceeded to my car while doing the things I normally do: look through my handbag for keys and sunglasses. Can you say distracted?
I walked to my car, only it wasn't there.
In my state of panic I remember that I hadn't actually parked in a different spot, but for the life of me I couldn't remember where I decided to park. I knew it couldn't be far from my normal area, so I made the choice to wander around the parking lot pushing the lock button on my key-less remote.
Finally the familiar sound of my mini-van horn called me home like a lost homemaker in a desert parking lot.
The mini-van? Sitting in it's normal spot.
Who ever invented the keyless remote is, quite frankly a genius, or he's married to someone like me.
Since we are here and we are talking about Target... This weekend I went to buy a gift card and some needed toiletries. Normally, to save time, I run my card while the checker is doing her job.
I pushed the Accept button just as I looked up and saw that she has charged my account for $533! Uh....I'm pretty sure that shampoo was not that expensive.... Turns out she had rung up the $50 gift card as $500.
My attempt to create a speedy check out was foiled and she had to void the whole transaction and start over.
The La Vida Dulce lesson of the week: Don't be normal.
It's highly overrated.
Posted by Kellie A at 7:32 AM