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I’d like to take this moment to pay homage to the lives of those who created the
gluttonous retail miracle that is the Target store.
It’s amazing, really, that a masterpiece created from an aggregate of cinderblock and plywood can blossom so beautifully into the safe-haven of so many, and put a smile on the face and a warm tingle in the hearts of modern consumers. It is quite possibly the only proof we have that a higher being does, in fact, exist.
Where else can a busy purchaser find everything they need from poolside lounge sets to paper towels? Target offers a plethora of fixations for our capitalistic greed, and turns it into a family affair.
The newest structure built next to my apartment looks as though it’d be built along the narrow streets of an Italian village, with its intricate rod iron balconies and Euro-inspired stucco exterior. It also houses a Starbucks and Pizza Hut inside, quite literally feeding consumers its influential fuel, before herding them into the vast isles of overwhelming goodies, never to be heard from again.
I have to admit that there is a slight love/hate sentiment that festers inside as I walk, disoriented, through the isles of Target. Most of the time, what begins as an intended two minute stop to pick up cat litter and laundry detergent suddenly becomes a four hour venture that doesn’t end until the closing announcement bellows over the store’s intercom. At which point, I have no choice but to leave, still left with that lingering feeling that I forgot something – only to have that itch be the thing that drives me back to the store the very next day. And the cycle repeats.
Weddings, housewarming parties, baby showers, Christmas extravaganzas and I’m sure even one day, funerals, will all be available through Target’s fine and plentiful merchandise. And as was similarly portrayed in the movie, “Where the Heart Is,” where Natalie Portman played a teen who delivered her child in the aisles of a Wal-Mart, Target may also one day become the sanctuary where its customers can complete the circle of life all within the confines of that round red and white logo. I could probably live happily, raise my children, and marry my husband all within the walls of Target, protecting me from the outside world.
My best friend (who shares my obsession) and I joke that, one day when we meet our demise, we will do it with grace and honor, and request to be buried beneath one of its fine locations, fated to walk the rows for eternity with as much indecisiveness as we did in our living forms, never to be put to rest.
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Posted by Senarae on 2008-02-26 21:46:29 | Rating: | Views: 91
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Hahaha Gotta love Targe'!
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Posted by pitapie50
on 2008-02-27 06:59:36
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Great post... "Um, excuse me...where can I find the caskets and urns? Aisle 32? Great thanks ... and what's your return policy on those?"
I love the description of the faux Euro-chic exterior. These places love to class themselves up. Not a bad thing, just funny. Reminds me of a McDonalds near me that redid the interior to include a fake fireplace, scenic paintings, fancy wall treatments ..hel-LO, this is where I come for my kids Happy Meals!!
Have a good one...
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Posted by GhostOfDerekD0min0
on 2008-02-29 13:02:15
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