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Apr. 19th, 2015 12:44 pmSo, I went to the local Target superstore this morning, because I had things to buy and I like merchandise with blocky mod patterns on it, and I ended up being followed around the store by a couple I eventually took to calling Dr. And Mr. Indecisive.
They were standing outside the store when I got there, and seemed confused about how to enter the store, or possibly they were arguing about whether they should go to Target? They argued about a lot of stuff. But I dodged around them with an eyeroll and went inside, at which point they promptly followed me. As if somehow I had made it permissible to enter.
Dr. and Mr. Indecisive (at one point one of them said to the other "You're a PHD! Pick a soap!") were visibly unprepared to be shopping at Target, even on a quiet Sunday morning. They argued about everything from the price of grills while I browsed in the garden section to whether they needed ziplock sandwich bags while I was buying new tupperware. (I love new tupperware.) They trailed me from garden to electronics to groceries, until I began to wonder if it wasn't some kind of game. Like, they pick someone to follow around Target on Sundays, and that's how they decide what they're going to buy.
It actually seems like kind of a fun game, but it's creepy when dudes follow women around stores so it'd have to be like, single-gender shop-stalking only.
I hope they were entertained by my purchases. I wonder what they thought I was going to build with a bag of flour, a watering ball, and four small tupperware sauce cups.
They were standing outside the store when I got there, and seemed confused about how to enter the store, or possibly they were arguing about whether they should go to Target? They argued about a lot of stuff. But I dodged around them with an eyeroll and went inside, at which point they promptly followed me. As if somehow I had made it permissible to enter.
Dr. and Mr. Indecisive (at one point one of them said to the other "You're a PHD! Pick a soap!") were visibly unprepared to be shopping at Target, even on a quiet Sunday morning. They argued about everything from the price of grills while I browsed in the garden section to whether they needed ziplock sandwich bags while I was buying new tupperware. (I love new tupperware.) They trailed me from garden to electronics to groceries, until I began to wonder if it wasn't some kind of game. Like, they pick someone to follow around Target on Sundays, and that's how they decide what they're going to buy.
It actually seems like kind of a fun game, but it's creepy when dudes follow women around stores so it'd have to be like, single-gender shop-stalking only.
I hope they were entertained by my purchases. I wonder what they thought I was going to build with a bag of flour, a watering ball, and four small tupperware sauce cups.
