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Life is full of abundant kindnesses, today occurring in the shape of Donna from the shoe department of a local store.  Donna was helping me.  She was just great.  I wanted this shoe…no let’s try that boot…actually do you have this in black?  No, let’s try that one…woops too high…that one too shiny…ooh how about the beige wedge…not quite me, is it?  She was patient and kind.  Kinder than I deserved since I ended up buying…nothing.  Not even these, which whilst giving you terrible cramps would also make your legs look loooong and your bum look great.  And who could say no to that?  Apparently me. Christian Louboutin shoe! Back to Donna and I, who spent a lot of time doing the ‘can we find a perfect shoe dance’.   I had laid my previous purchases on the floor next to my old shoes, which desperately needed to be replaced…

We were headed for the City of Angels and ran into challenges, with a short delay, in airline terms, of an hour and a half, due to mechanical failure.  Airline speak for one of the overhead bins is broken.  It took two engineers an hour and a half to tape the bin.  I wish they’d told me what the problem was, I’m a dab hand and taping things and could have done it in five minutes.  Oh well. The connecting flight left without us, probably the first time ever that I’ve seen the departure board say… flight departed… when it was my flight.  I found it a little disconcerting and disheartening and maybe a teeny bit demoralizing all at the same time.  We had made great plans. Up at four thirty in the morning to get a really, really early flight, get to LA at a decent time and…blah blah…

What is it with me and Target?  Every time I’m there I seem to have ‘a Target experience’.  I’m not complaining, on the contrary I plan on continuing them…I’m just a little curious…what is it with me and Target? I wasn’t buying anything very interesting, or cute, just mundane stuff like picture hooks, because we are still surrounded by art work that belongs on a wall, not on the floor, and large garbage bags, because as I empty boxes I’m ruthlessly eliminating what we haven’t used in the past year.  Goodwill here we come. Even with boring purchases, the Check Out Assistant and I had a delightful, if short, exchange: Me:  “Well, you’re certainly a cheerful charlie.” C.O.A:  “I’ll be even more cheerful when my shift ends at 7.30 tonight.” Me: ” Wow, that’s a long day”.  It was 10 am at the time. C.O.A: “Yep, but I’m happy to…

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