When I'm feeling down, there's a little place I like to visit called Target.
So that's where I was last night. I picked myself up by the proverbial bootstraps and went where the fluorescent lights are shining bright. Target.
Where the dollar-spot tchotchkes glow with an enticing aura, like bright shiny pieces of candy.
Where I can pick up a $7.00 DVD of Pretty In Pink.
Where I can wander around for an hour with all the delicious comforts of anonymity.
Where I don't have to think about what's going on or what's going to happen.
Where I can drop a $0.75 heart-shaped ramekin (I was turning the box over to see if there were intructions on what-in-the-name-of-all-that-is-sacred is a ramekin, and what you do with it) ... and walk away with impunity.
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They have a Starbucks in the Target where you live?
The ones here just have a little cafeteria. The food's nothing special, but they offer kids' meals with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which they actually assemble from their component ingredients while you wait. For some reason I like that (and I don't even eat peanut butter).
They've been remodeling a bunch of Targets, both in Columbus and Richmond, and the new remodel in all of them has so far included a Starbucks. Some of them have a Pizza Hut, too, I think.
If they would put a youth hostel in there, too, I don't see any reason why I would ever want to leave.
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