Captain Thoughtful and I live within walking distance of a Target, which means we are there a lot. A lot a lot. It also means when we have just about any type of craving, we completely give in to it because it’s so easy to walk to Target and pick whatever it is up. This has resulted in many late night pastry, ice cream, kettle chips, soda, cheese, and popcorn runs. And also, it’s apparently resulted in the Target cashiers getting the wrong idea about me and the good Captain.
Last night at Target we were checking out with our frozen yogurt when the cashier recommended some chocolate covered potato chips because she thought we “would like it” that it “sounds weird” but “seems like something you would like”. We thanked her for the recommendation and then left.
Captain Thoughtful: The cashiers at Target think we’re stoners.
Me: No they don’t.
Captain Thoughtful: We just ran in right before closing for frozen yogurt.
Me: That’s because we had a spicy dinner and I needed something cool to quench my tummy fire. That’s science.
Captain Thoughtful: Think of all the times we come running in before closing for pastries, and chips, and popcorn, and cheese, and coca-cola.
Captain Thoughtful: Frequently in lounge clothes.
Captain Thoughtful: I’m wearing swimming trunks right now and we haven’t been swimming.
Me: Ok. Yeah. The cashiers probably think we’re stoners. And honestly, after this discussion, I’m wondering myself.
Captain Thoughtful: We need a new Target.