If we’re being polite—and I definitely want to avoid any family scandal—I’m like the ultimate marketer’s fantasy. But let’s be real: I’m totally addicted to Target.
There, I said it. I stroll into the store armed with a list, but I somehow emerge with 27 extra items that I absolutely don’t need. It defies all reasoning; Target is my guilty pleasure. I usually approach shopping with a sensible mindset. Sure, I love a good sale, but I also invest in quality wardrobe staples from upscale shops. Yet, Target is the glorious middle ground. The moment I walk through those automatic doors, I slip into a kind of Target daze.
All-natural linen spray for under five bucks? Do I actually need that? When would I even use it? No clue. Oh, wait, there’s a matching scented hand wash? I already have soap, but it’s cute and it matches! Why waste time pondering whether I should buy it? It’s already in my cart.
If it’s designed by a famous label for Target or features polka dots or vibrant paisleys, it’s a done deal. I’m talking about everything from candles to colorful colanders. There are only a few rare instances when I don’t snag something immediately. Sometimes I’ll turn a corner and forget about it, only to remember the next day when my schedule is packed with back-to-back meetings.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve left Target without spending at least $100. I go in for shoelaces and almond milk, and somehow end up with a cart full of stuff that totals $97. Greek yogurt for $2.29? My mom and grandmother would give me an earful. But I’m already parked, I’ve got 30 minutes to kill before picking up my daughter from practice, so why not toss it in?
I have friends who have gone on strict Target diets. They can’t even step foot in the store! It’s been months!
As I race through the cleverly marketed aisles—especially designed to lure in women—I don’t realize until it’s too late that my shopping spree adds up. It’s not until I’m in the checkout line, arranging my loot and tossing in an extra pack of pink gum, that the cashier (who looks like she just graduated middle school) delivers the verdict: “That’ll be $127, ma’am.”
What the…?
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In summary, Target is a delightful yet dangerous playground for shoppers like me, who can easily get lost in the allure of irresistible deals and products. From practical items to whimsical finds, it’s a treasure trove that often leads to unplanned spending.