I need to back off on going to Target. I think Im there only on Saturdays but really its like three times a week. And there are signs that they know it. The Starbucks girl is Mary. Her name tag says Ryan, but its Mary. Mary/Ryan asked me last time, Passion tea or Macchiatto? which is scary. It was tea. She knows I take 2 Equals in it. I park by the green doors. Not a lot of people on that side. Except the Hobos and the HoboWatchers. Mr. Hobo was on his bench. He called out, Looking good! Mr. Hobo is onto me. If I find out they have some weird name for me (The Lady in the Cornell Shirt who Buys a Lot Of Flour?) I am doomed. I will have to find another Target that doesnt have entertaining street dwellers for patrons and cant brew good blonde roast. I might have to move. It will be tragic.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 09:36:22 +0000
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