Sometimes what's happening in my head isn't clearly communicated to the rest of the world. And almost all of the time when that's happening, I'm not noticing it until I get nothing but a blank stare back. Yesterday I was scheduled for a hair appointment. I had purchased the cut off groupon, where I get all my haircuts. No really, I buy all my haircuts off groupon. Anyways, I knew I wouldn't have to use my card, so I'd need cash to pay the tip. So in the small window of time between work and my appointment, I knew I needed to run to Bank of America.
But wait, what's right across the street from the ATM? Just the Target I go to at least once a week. And you know what Target sells? Those cheap, not heavy $5 mirrors, which is exactly what I need. I need a cheap, not heavy mirror to replace the one my landlords took back, but after the mirror fall of 2014, a not heavy one is key.
So my new plan, rather than the ATM is to run into Target, get the mirror and get cash back. They do do cash back, right? Fingers crossed.
I quite literally jog into Target, speed walk back to the mirror isle, and grab what appears to be the cheap mirror. Nay, it feels too heavy to be the $5 mirror, but I grab it to scan at the end of the isle just to be safe. I'm not sure what's more embarrassing, me knowing where the self scanners are in the Willow Lawn Target, or the awkward straddling that went on for me to try to get the bar code to scan.
Eventually, I got the mirror to scan, and, alas, I know my Target mirrors and this one was not one of the light $5 mirrors. I quickly put it back and track down a friendly employee.
"Do you have any more of the cheap $5 mirrors anywhere other than the mirror isle?"
"No, we only do that at the beginning of the school year, but I can go look in the back to see if we have any more."
"It's okay, I'm on a time crunch, I'll just get vitamins."
Well, if that wasn't the blankest state I've ever gotten.
And for some reason, it took me a minute to figure out why that replacement item seemed off. In my head, it made sense. Replace the mirror I need with vitamins I also need in order to get the cash back, which is what I really need at this point.
So rather than try to explain it, I just turn and speed walk to the vitamin isle. Sorry to the Target employee that probably went home and told his parents/friends about the weird chick that bought vitamins instead of a mirror. No wait, you're welcome for giving you another glorious customer service story.