Yesterday I went to Target.
I bought a candle in a cute little tin.
If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was from Anthro, except now I told you.
Even better? It was on sale. Was $10, got it for $4 or something like that.
Pretty sweet, right?
I fulfilled the rest of my list and proceeded to checkout.
The cashier, upon scanning my cute tin candle, opened the lid, smelled the candle, and without making eye contact, shrugged her shoulders, made a meh face, and scanned the next item.
She hardly even broke her stride.
I couldn't decide if I was offended at her shrugged shouldered mehface judgment or impressed at her quiet confidence or maybe a bit of both.
Oh, Harlem Target, you are too much.
But you do make me laugh and I, for one, like your clearance aisle.