Yea, I mean we could just the end post right here. But I feel compelled to tell you my story, assuming that most of you probably
hate love Target as much as I do.
The story starts last weekend when I bought this shirt.
It was on super sale. I couldn’t pass it up, but I was indecisive on size. A few days later, I went to the Target that is literally a stone throw away from my work (yeah I know, #fml), for something else, and ended up buying it in the bigger size. I tried them both on, trying to decide what size to keep and ended up deciding that I didn’t even want the darn shirt at all. I mean, I’m not really a sequin type of gal. I’d rather wear lace or silk. It was an impulse purchase because it was like 75% off.
Anyway, I stopped at Target again (a third location) on the way home from work yesterday to return both. Turns out, one of the receipts had a return date of 1/5/13 and the other 1/15/13. Originally, the full priced top was supposed to be returned by 1/5, which was the day I purchased it for the first time, so I was SOL. She told me I could only get store credit.
Now this is the point where I usually ask for a manager or argue, but I wasn’t about to pretend that I couldn’t find a way to spend $23 at Target. I mean, let’s be real.
I went for milk and hummus; I left with 2 skirts (on sale), milk (check), hummus (check), another hummus, Kodiak Cakes, Wasa Crispbreads, and blackberries.
$51 dollar later (minus $23 from the gift card), I had successfully given in, again. Target – 4729, Jill – 0.
Anyway, who could pass up these delicious sounding hummus options?
I dug into the white bean as soon as I got home and topped a Wasa cracker. Courtney had posted about these and when I walked by them on sale (of course they were on sale) at Target, I couldn’t resist.
Target is unbelievable. It’s like, 10 steps up from Walmart and just somehow always gets me. Especially since they incorporated groceries. You all know how I love the grocery store (loser alert).
The saga may not be over. We’ll see if I end up wearing one of those skirts to work this week. If not, I might have to edit this post.
P.S. Happy Birthday to my love, Joe.