I may blog a lot about Target experiences. I honestly feel
that Target may possibly be the best place on Earth, besides Starbucks, but now
a Starbucks conveniently appears in a Target near you, so my love for Target
continues. The best thing about Target might be the fact that after a trip
there recently, I questioned if I ever want to give birth to a child. I love my
friend’s kids, but I still might not see children as a necessity to my life.
One Saturday, I ran into Target for a Starbucks and to grab
a few things. I looked around and all that appeared before me were 20 to 30
something year old couples with children.
And none of them seemed to be enjoying their Target experience and
truthfully my normal trip to target was tainted. Kids crying as you walk
through the doors, because their mom refused to buy them a freaking slurpee. Moms
angrily yelling at Dads for purchasing the wrong brand of laundry detergent.
Dads yelling at kids who are wrestling in the aisles. I seriously looked around
and thought, “Target might be the best birth control ever…glad my life does not
involve childhood chaos.”
Instead of making your kids watch a bunch of 16-year-old
chicks, from the South, trying to raise babies on MTV, all parents should force
their children to sit in a Target for 8 hours on a Saturday. I’m telling you legs
would remain closed. Once teenagers realize that their life would be a day at
Target for the next 18 years, I bet they might think twice about sex and its
consequences. I mean if a trip to Target worked for me at 28, it more than likely
will work as a form of birth control on a horny teenager near you…just sayin’.
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