Late Nights at Target

Target
Pronounciation: tahr-git [English]
tahr-zhey [French]
Definition: [French] An awesomely inexpensive and clean place to buy almost everything that you might need including, but not limited to: housewares, clothing, shoes, toys, toiletries, etc.

Now that I have the formalities out of the way, I would like to talk about Target. I love Target. It is clean and always has everything that I need and sometimes more. I can go into a Target looking for a birthday card and easily come out with a new outfit complete with shoes, purse, and accessories. Lets face it, besides the mall, Target may be my second favorite place to shop. I love it - they even have a small grocery section where I can purchase all of the items I need for lunch and breakfast. As far as heaven on earth, Target may be the closest thing for me!

So, Daniel and I were talking yesterday about our frequent trips to Target. Daniel has started to notice that he and I always seem to be at Target near closing. Usually there is nothing of interest to note - no weirdos lurking about, etc. Target, unlike Walmart, seems to attract reasonably normal people. So, you think! Do not be fooled people. Target is not completely immune. Here is what happened during a recent trip to Target and it broke my heart like Fredo broke Michael's heart in the Godfather.

A couple of weekends ago, Daniel and I are once again taking our routine trip to Target. We walk in and get what we need. There are nothing really to note, that is, until we get in line. Behind us is a fairly large older woman and what appears to be her daughter. Here are some snipets:

Fairly Large Older Woman: Here is your gift card.
Daughter: I don't need that! Are you stupid?

Fairly Large Older Woman: So has "so -and-so" had their baby yet?
Daughter: Yeah!
Fairly Large Older Woman: Where is the baby daddy?
Daughter: He is in Iraq.
Fairly Large Older Woman: She better get him for child support!

Seriously - this woman said the words "Baby Daddy". It is not like I live in a cocoon and I have never heard that phrase before. But I did not realize people over the age of 25 or 30 actually used this phrase in a normal, non-joking conversation.

Even worse, I was standing in line just staring like an idiot. It was like a train wreck and I could not peel my eyes away. I was feeling the following emotions - shock, astonishment, disgust! My dear Target has been infiltrated and is slowly becoming more like Wally World! What is a girl to do?