Shopping at Target
“Excuse me sir, can you help me out, I have a few questions regarding this product…” Alex sighed in exasperation. In retrospect, it he was asking for it, at least a little. After all, who wears a red shirt when shopping at Target? Going shopping hadn’t been in his plans when getting dressed that morning, but he had inadvertently eaten the last eggs in the fridge for breakfast, the same eggs that his wife needed to bake a cake for her friend’s birthday tonight. So, he went out, going to the nearest store, without thinking about how he was dressed, and ended up at Target. He immediately regretted his decision as a woman in her forties, with short blond hair and sunglasses, came up to him and asked for help. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but I don’t work here…” He kept going, heading deeper into the store towards the groceries and the fridges, where the eggs would be kept, but she sidestepped and blocked his path, insistent. “Nonsense. If you don’t work here, why are you wearing a red shirt? ...