Fun-ny Business

Dear Target,
I love you, you know I do. But please don't have your cashiers ask me if I have anything "fun" planned for the night. I just don't need that extra pressure in my life.

This question forces me to either lie or have a really awkward conversation. And because I'm not prepared for it this test, I usually end up lying badly which is still awkard.

And what does "fun" mean, anyway? Now there is a philosphical question. Tonight, for example, I am going to a singing lesson. Now my teacher is great and it is certainly a positive experience and I feel extremely fortunate to have the time and money to have this opportunity. But I'm not quite sure I'd call it "fun." It is work, it does require effort, and some bravery to overcome my self-doubt and put myself out there.

Singing in a Target dress
So even if I consider a singing lesson "fun," that's still pretty subjective. My assumption is that the twenty-something cashier is just going to think it's weird. Yeah, I'm embarrassed to tell the Target cashier of my plans and what's worse, Target, is you just made me admit that so now I'm embarassed I'm embarassed. Confident self-actualized women don't care what other people think, so thanks for highlighting that's not me, Target.

Even if the cashier doesn't think my plans are weird, and is actually interested, I'm just not sure I want to have that deep of a social interaction, Target.

So I usually just answer, "no," nothing fun planned, making me seem boring and anti-social. And what if I actually had nothing planned? It is a Tuesday afterall. Does that just make me a big social loser? Why do you keep making me doubt myself, Target?

I won't even start with the trauma that ensues when cashiers make comments about the food I'm buying. (That looks good? That looks good?! Of course, why would I buy crap, Target?!)

And this is why I love shopping online.

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