You know how much I adore you. Since you first came into my life about eleven years ago, you have never served me wrong. Anything I need, you have, and you always provide pretty packaging to make me smile. But the other day, you scared me. While in your presence for a mere ten minutes to pick up a prescription, I saw two very disturbing things in the women’s clothing department, both of which I was able to capture with the stealth use of my iPhone camera.
And… the bathing suits. Now, I know that many people visit tropical destinations throughout the year and said people may need to purchase a new swimsuit for their travels. But several racks of bathing suits when it is 22 degrees outside in January? A bit much, I must say. Also not a very kind gesture since I’m still recovering from the excessive eating that has occurred over the last few weeks of holiday gluttony, and I’m not feeling what you would call “bikini-ready.” I feel like you’re just taunting me with your racks upon racks of bikinis, Target, and I don’t appreciate it.
I still love you, Target, but I am expecting you to redeem yourself in the coming months. I would hate for our eleven years of bliss to be tarnished any further. I’ll be watching.