the lines are terrible, it's where you wonder why you needed that fucking plasctic peice of shit accessory for your car's dash board. and for some reason all the crying-est little-est- shity-est brats are wiping their snot on teh walls and floors and everything whilst wailing like the possesed demons that they are.
i also am of the firm belief that if you dont like what you're taking to the register, it's you're duty to place it somewhere random where it doesn't belong. i had to explain this to tanky as she reluctantly parted with many tee shirts that where on clearance.
i told her, "dont put those BACK!!! put those in that pepsi cooler. they have a zoning team here. it's their job."
and it's like you gotta make sure those fuckers have work to do, nahmean?
the one thing that sucks is that a red shirt, and tan pants is a common outfit or me. i like the colors. it's also the uniform for "target team members" aka: the losers that work there were red shirts, and tan pants. if you accidentally wear that to target, you feel like a true genius. or a total idiot. i forget which one.
targets biggest flaw? no tobacco. they sell everything from milk and cookies to DVD players to mop and glow to palm trees. but no camel wides. wtf?
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