My name is Cathy K, and I am a Target addict.
There, I said it. Unfortunately, I don't hold out any hopes for rehabilitation. Target has sucked me in, mind, body, and soul, and I can never climb out from its iron grip.
But that's just fine with me!
When the Target on Lincoln was relocated to Euclid, I was a bit skeptical. Why the move? It seemed so unnecessary. Sure, the Target on Lincoln was ghetto and outdated, but sheesh, it served its purpose, right? I'm no snob. Just because it's shabby doesn't mean I can't spend hours and hours in there browsing around.
How wrong I was. When this glorious new Target opened its doors a few months ago, I was in Target-heaven. As pitiful as this may sound, from the very moment I walked in through the automatic sliding glass doors, the first thing I noticed were the shopping carts. I don't even know how to describe them, but honestly, I love them. They're thicker, with rounded edges and.. I don't know.. more ergonomic? Whatever. They roll nicely, and they don't make any annoying metallic click-clacks as I roll them up and down every single aisle.
As with every Target, the first and foremost section that I stop at is the Dollar Section. Oh, how I love the dollar section! I could spend an hour just pawing through the disorganized mess looking for useful knick knacks! My favorites are the cards, gift bags, and wrapping paper. I love stocking up on these items, and the Dollar Section usually has a pretty good seasonal selection! The Dollar Section is usually the section that creeps up on me, though. I pile loads and loads of stuff in my cart thinking, "Hey, only a dollar! Score!" Sadly, by the time I get to the register, I realize I spent the majority of my money on the dollar items. *Shrug*
Being new, this Target is a lot more organized than many other Targets I've been to. The setup is kind of strange (has anyone ever wondered WHY they section off the store in the middle? Like, if you walk around the bedding section, there is a small opening that leads to the housewares section... It's sectioned off for no reason), but whatever. It's like that at every Target.
This Target actually has a pretty good selection of grocery items, and the staple foods are really really cheap. Today, I raided the Christmas clearance section and scored a bunch of stuff for 75% off! Sweet!
Target is my one-stop-shop. I begin at the food counter (I love Target popcorn!) and pick up a bag of salty, crunchy goodness. While munching on my snack, I literally stroll up and down each and every aisle. I pause to look at their vacuum selection (it's not that I NEED a new vacuum, but I like to look, ya know?), I go through their endless selection of cosmetics that I'll never buy (I'm a makeup snob), idle in the pharmacy section wondering whether or not I really need another bottle of Flintstone's Gummy Vitamins, peruse the snack section and debate whether a bag of Cheetos will ultimately destroy my diet plan, meander through the book section to see what new books I will go buy at Barnes and Noble, sashay through the housewares section testing out various toilet brushes and mops (I have wall-to-wall carpet), examine every piece of bedding and bathware I can get my hands on, stroll through the furniture section to envision the decor of my imaginary house, dance through the crafts and giftwrap section to poke at wrapping paper and gift bags for gifts I do not have to give, and dig through the clothing section to check out what items I can score for cheap.
Basically, I go through the whole store in about two hours and come out with barely anything. Strangely enough, I end up forking over at least $100 every time I pass by the cashier, which is shocking and surprising.
Target wears me out. I need a long nap after I come home from wandering the maze of THINGS that I don't need. Usually, I need a level-headed friend to accompany me, to encourage me with words like, "You don't NEED that!" and "Put it back!" as I reply, "But it's so cheap!" or "I MIGHT need it someday!" and so on and so forth.
It's exhausting, my trips to Target. But at the same time, it's strangely fulfilling. read more