Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I'm sure it's my own fault for getting married in the first place

Don’t loose your wedding ring at Target. If you do, don’t expect much concern from the red shirts when you tell them you think the one piece of jewelry that means something to you, the symbol of your commitment to commitments, might be rolling around under the clearance racks in the “athletic” department (and who do they think they’re fooling anyway? A rack of sports bras and some yoga pants does not an athletic dept. make).

What you will probably get is a 20 year old customer service representative who will write your phone number down on a scrap of receipt tape which she will tack to the overflowing employee note board, “Just in case it turns up.”

Not exactly an all points bulletin.

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