The Target Trance Blues
I simply cannot walk into a Target store and purchase only the few things I need to get me through the week. It’s just impossible. The colors! The shiny things! They draw me in. I’m rendered a hapless fool. By the time I’m done shopping my cart is filled with more impulse purchases than necessary goods. I try and fight it, but the damn breath mints, extra socks, stationary, beach towels(!?!?), Go-gurt, they all laugh at me from the bottom of my cart – mocking my lack of consumer will power. I try and keep my head down and make good speed for the isles that contain the items I need. But soon enough I’m broken and derailed. I’m meandering – trapped in a Target vortex – inexplicably putting things in my cart. Once I am home and the Target Trance has worn off, I reluctantly peek into my bag(s) and confront the damage. Why?