My work at Target is done

I went to Walmart the other night. I had no choice. That’s a lie. I guess I had a choice, but I didn’t have time. Anyway, I was a Walmart with the rest of the rabble.

I was poking around looking for a shirt for someone who shall remain nameless until Friday. I was trying to decide on a size so I chose a likely candidate and shook it out. Nope, that one wasn’t right. I pinched the shoulders and tucked the sleeves behind. A quick flick of my pinkies and the bottom flipped up. I placed the refolded shirt back in the pile.

“Oh my God. I love you.”

I looked up to see a Walmart employee standing on the opposite side of the table. I raised my eyebrows at her.

“No one ever folds the shirts when they put them back,” she said with a huge smile.

“Oh,” I smiled back. “It’s left over from years in retail. I also straightened some racks over there.” I pointed to the back of her department.

She beamed at me. “Wow! Thanks. When we’re done here, we should head over to K Mart. That place looked like it’s been ransacked.”

So I guess in addition to my regular forty hour work week and coming home to write this blog and my books, I am now a roving on-call clothing department straightener.