Friday, May 2, 2008

another reason why i love target

After a delicious dinner at my favorite Thai place in town, I headed to Target to buy what seemed like a million mother's day cards (really, I needed 7 of them, but still!) and a blank VHS tape for our ultrasound on Tuesday.

I checked out the blank media section first, and was disappointed to learn that my only option was to purchase TWELVE blank tapes. The six and four-packs were out of stock, and they don't even offer a single VHS tape for sale. Ugh! What am I supposed to do? Buy the twelve-pack, use one, and then give the remaining eleven as gifts as my friends get knocked up down the road? That could take forever! I decided to keep looking in hopes that I can find a single tape at Wal-Mart or another store. (Side note: I checked at Hastings across the street and they sold a four-pack for the same price as Target's twelve-pack, and Wal-Mart is completly out of stock of any and all VHS tapes. I had no idea this simple task would become quite so difficult--still looking!)

After I gave up on the tapes at Target, I mosied on over to the greeting card section. I needed 7 mother's day cards (my sister, my mother, Jeff's mother, Jeff's three grandmothers and one great-grandmother--whew!) and finding seven decent cards was not an easy task. Honestly, their MD card selection was seriously lacking in quality! I read card after card, completly canvassing two entire racks, yet I was still empty-handed at this point. Here comes the good part!

A voice from behind me casually offered that he was really talented at picking out awesome cards if I needed any help. I turned around, expecting to see a Target employee connected to the voice, but not so! It was a college-aged guy randomly offering his assistance. I said thanks, laughed, and added that I needed eight cards and it didn't look like any of the cards there were going to make it. He seemed surprised by the number eight, and asked why I needed so many. I said, "well, my sister, my mother, my husband's mother (insert screeching halt to the guy's smile), my husband's grandmothers...." His face kind of fell as he said, "oh, you're married." Me: nodding. Him: "Ah, I didn't see the ring, I'm sorry." I laughed and said it was ok, expecting him to bow out of the conversation and let me be on my merry way to sift thru more terrible greeting cards. Instead, he continued to make small talk about how he likes to make cards for his mom (really? he did not seem the type to ever have touched glitter or glue!), and I tried to end the convo nicely and move along. He finally began to back away and wished me luck in my quest, apologized again and that was it. I had to laugh at the fact that a college guy tried to pick me, a married woman, and almost five months pregnant! Hehehe... I do think he was on to something with his tactic of approaching women in the card section, though he may need to work on his pre-approach scan for certain accessories!

Oooh, one more thing before I head off to hang out at the Chamber golf tourney. I had my first pregnancy massage on Wednesday, and it was GLORIOUS! Plus, I love love love the massage therapist, because she made three separate comments about how small I still was for being at 20 weeks! Mental note - anytime I need a self-esteem boost, head over to Lori at the massage clinic asap!

Ultrasound appointment on Tuesday! Woo hoo!! Mini Peel better cooperate and show us his/her goods!

That's all for now!

1 comment:

  1. THANK GOD you didn't emulate Steve Martin in "Father of the Bride" on this one...remember the scene where he got arrested for stealing hot dog buns because the package of buns didn't match the denomination of the package of weenies? I love that part!

    Speaking of weenies...don'tcha miss hot dogs? I've been craving a good frank lately -- but I have read we pregos are to abstain. Who'da thunkit?