It's been a bad week. In my last post, I explained how someone stole my iPhone. However, the shock of it didn't really sink in for a couple of days. After investigating the options for replacing the phone, I started to realize that it was a much bigger inconvenience than I first realized. This, after spending several days cancelling all my credit cards and changing passwords to my email accounts and mobile apps. By Monday, I started to feel really bummed out, depressed even, discouraged with people in general. Yet I had to go to Target — we were out of laundry detergent and tooth paste!
In I walked through those sliding glass doors, to find pink hearts and sparkly shamrocks all over the place at what my husband calls the "Dollar Trap". Immediately, I gravitated toward these pink and red heart socks, and somehow, they slipped into my shopping cart.
Okay, after my instictive grab to throw them in the basket, I realized: I'm not supposed to be buying clothes.
Give me a break! They're one dollar! Really, with the crappy week I've had, it's a miracle I'm not indulging in something far worse...
And so I debated, as I pushed the cart through the laundry and toiletry aisles. By the time I reached the check stand, I was even more irritated. The clerk in front of me was aggressively selling the man in front of me to sign up for a Target credit card. It took a really long time (especially since the man didn't seem to speak English all too well). I even had time to run back and pick up some glue sticks I forgot... and
You get it. By the time I found another — quicker — cashier, I simply didn't care anymore. I bought the socks.
Really? This is supposed to make me happy? They're cute and kind of fun... but did I just sell myself out — for a dollar?
At least I didn't get the shamrock ones, too.
What would you do? Should I return the socks? Or just keep them and move on?