New Yorkers Ruin Target, Too!

So I visited the Village Church on 11th Street yesterday morning. It was okay. It was a PCA church. Everybody was really young. A bunch of them were really young and married. I don't identify. I'm generally drawn to churches with an older rather than younger congregation. Of course, nothing can beat the Quaker church from Walnut Creek, CA. I can just never replace it.

But anyway, a guy sang a Switchfoot song during the service, and it almost made me cry! Not that it was bad or anything. He had a nice voice. It was just one of those songs. It's just one of those lives, and a poignant Switchfoot song makes me cry, that's all.

While I was down in the village, it seemed like a good idea to hop over to Brooklyn and visit the nice Target. I called Olga and she came down from the Upper West Side. We found a yummy little Mexican restaurant on Greenwich Avenue called Taqueria de Mexico and ate brunch. We found an express train to the Target at Atlantic Terminal.

The girl at the checkout register totally bossed me! I was taken aback.

"Take your stuff out of the handbasket," she bossed me first.

Then after I paid up, "The handbaskets go back over there by the exit."

What!? She bossed me AGAIN? Oh, no, honey. I pay Target's overhead by shopping there regularly. They HAVE people to collect shopping carts and baskets and recycle them. It's not that I'm unkind, or that I was wanting to be arrogant and unhelpful. She didn't ask. She didn't even suggest. She totally bossed me! And that is unacceptable of my beloved Target. Target is supposed to be such a happy place.

I hate New York. It's full of miserable people and they want to make everybody else miserable, too.