Thursday, June 19, 2008

Weirdos in the Toy Isle...

I was on a mission this evening. I promised Owen I would buy him a new Transformer. He told me that he wanted the “helicopter” Transformer. I told him that I would try my best to find it for him…he told me to go to Target!

So…I made a pit-stop at Target on my way home from work tonight to get his “helicopter” Transformer. Of coarse, being a Target lover and being child free at this particular time, I browsed the store for a while. I got a really cool chocolate-brown cloth hamper with a removable laundry bag for the bathroom…WOW! Did I really get excited about a hamper??? I got a make-up organizer for my bathroom…I wonder if having my make-up organized will magically make extra time appear for me to actually put it on??? I also got some paper towels and some new plastic cups for the kids to use since every time they take one out of the kitchen the invisible monster who lives in our house runs off with it and it’s never seen again! But enough about what I got, this story is supposed to be about the “helicopter” transformer.

Anyway…I finally made it to the toy isle. We frequent the Transformer section of Target quite frequently, so I knew exactly where to go. There was a very “interesting” looking gentleman standing in front of the Transformers. I just assumed he was looking for a Transformer for one of his kids…though I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to breed with him, but to each his own! He had this teeny-tiny little head on a skinny little neck, which was connected to droopy shoulders, a ginormous Buddha-belly, and chicken legs. His face was covered with patchy stubble. To top it off, he had a horrible odor wafting from his body.

I started browsing through the Transformers and he looked at me and said,

“Is there any Transformer in particular you are looking for tonight?”

(Dude…are you serious??? You don’t work here…you’re not wearing a name tag and you’re not sporting the red polo!)

“Ummm…I am looking for the “helicopter” one.” I said.

“Oh, they are out of that one. In fact, I haven’t seen it here in a while.” He replied, matter of factly.

“Oh, ok.” I said. I continued to look through them to try to find one the child does NOT own…

“Here…this is the only “helicopter” they have.” He said, handing me a box. He was obviously proud to have found one for me.

“Oh, thank you. This will do just fine.” I said, taking the box from him.

I tossed it in the cart and walked away before he tried to help me find anything else in the store.

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