Mortified at Target

Today I had a half day at work (ie. worked from 9-noon and was done :) ). After work I went straight to Target to pick up some necessities before taking advantage of the half day off. One of the necessities I needed was a hand mixer. How is one supposed to bake without a hand mixer?! The one I wanted was not stocked so I approached a lady who was wearing a plain red t-shirt and khaki shorts who was organizing the magazines. I spoke first: “Excuse me miss, do you know if you have anymore hand mixers in back?” The lady stood and she said as she was turning around “I’m sorry, but I don’t work here”. By the time she finished her sentence, she was facing me fully and I could see the “YAY U.S.A” scripted in HUGE letters across the front of her chest. I immediately apologized saying I saw the plain red t-shirts, khaki shorts and I didn’t see a purse. She gave me a very unusually funny look and I walked away after telling her to have a good day. Puzzled by the unusually funny look she gave, I pause and then I realized why she looked at me so funny…

Pause for dramatic effect…

I was wearing a plain red colored polo, khaki shorts, and no purse (outfit pictured). No wonder she looked at me with such an odd look, I was wearing the freakin’ Target employee uniform! But hey, at least I had a hand basket hanging on my arm!

Mortified by the ironic-ness of this situation, I skipped the rest of the items on my list and checked out as fast as I could. I could not risk running into her again because my face already matched my red shirt from embarrassment; running into her might have made my head explode by an overload of blood rushing to it!

Seriously, I was so embarrassed. I got in my car, giggled my entire way home, and then took a nap!

You can bet I will never wear that outfit to Target again…even if it means I have to go home to change first!!!

Time to go finish my Milano Mint cookie and go to bed :)