I’m home from my excursion to Tar-jzay. Tar-jzay has gone classy. There are shiny things everywhere. I would have taken pics but, crying so much writing my two latest blogs sucked out a lot of energy.
It’s pretty obvious Target is going after the Kohl’s crowd. There’s carpeting and sparkly displays and well defined departments. I guess it’s been a long time since I was in the Oviedo Target. It had a slight Maas Brothers feel. Maas Brothers was an upscale Florida based chain of department stores. There was one in Tyrone Square Mall in St. Petersburg. My mom and I used to shop there quite a bit. I got a lot of school clothes from Maas Brothers. The day after Christmas they had great sales on decorations. That was some fun shopping with my mother.
I strolled around looking through the housewares and decor and bathroom stuff like shower curtains and soap dishes. I love this stuff. I love to look around and plan my future home. The only thing is that I want a bathroom with a Florida Keys theme-lots of Caribbean colors and even a yard flamingo stuck into a pail of Gulf Coast sand. The colors they had were earthier. They will be fine for my master bath theme which will have a Pacific Northwest theme. I might have to go to Oregon for some Douglas Fir pinecones. Of course, I’d return to Florida with a suitcase full of those and books from Powell’s City of Books and some really great wholebean coffees.
While I poked around the store I spied a hot guy in the baby car seat aisle. I turned down that aisle. Tall, shaved head, kinda lanky. “Oh, excuse me do you carry him in an older version? Maybe 48 to 60-ish?” Dern, where is a Target associate when you need one? Probably at a donut shop. My ex is right; I’m gonna be a dirty old lady. When I get old, that is. I will let you know when I reach 102.
I only needed four things: Zevo bug killer, antihistamines, a pump bottle of hand soap and, of course, ice cream. I got Moose Tracks. I think I got overcharged on it by a buck or so. I went through self-checkout. That gave me a bad flashback like the kind popularized by hippies on acid in the sixties. Their SCO registers were the same as Walmart’s. I almost went screaming to my car until I realized that the registers were Target red and not Walmart blue. Gawd, I hated working SCO at Walmart.
As I drove through Winter Springs I saw at least four Winter Springs police cruisers, lights flashing pull over drivers. Winter Springs cops know how to stay busy.