Right On Target. And Starbucks

(See yesterday's post).

     Yesterday in protest of the now over a million pledges by Christians with The American Family Association to boycott Target,

...I promised to go shopping today at Target even though I didn't really need anything.  
    Of course, once I started roaming the aisles of the store I came across quite a few things that I realized I needed.
     Does that ever happen to you, too?   
     But I digress.  I was planning on also stopping by Starbucks and Barnes & Noble as well, since, though they haven't been marked by the religious self-righteous crowd for boycott like Target has been - I expect it would be too much to ask even the most fiery zealots to give up their morning  Grande Salted Caramel Mocha Frappuccino and, well, I don't know, maybe that crowd just doesn't go to Barnes & Noble all that much -  those two stores also stood up for transgender rights.
     Anyway, despite my best intentions, I made it to only two of my three destinations.  Long story short, a week ago I busted up my pinky toe good (I won't even go into the dumb though quite creative way I did it).

​     Here is my black-and-blue little toe and foot  shortly after the event, swelled up to approximately three times normal.

     I neglected seeing a doctor, figuring my toe would heal on its own, until this morning when I realized that  one week after the event my foot was still feeling not great.
      So I called the foot doc this morning, he said come to his office posthaste, which I did, posthaste, and he wrapped up my ailing toe, assuring me that I'd merely ripped holy heck out of a ligament and that my little piggy would most likely be right as rain in a few weeks,
      Still, I spent most of the morning into the afternoon at the doctor's office, and though my foot was feeling hundreds of percents better when I left his office, I was now crimped for time before I had to get to work teaching little hands to make beautiful music,

...and besides, by the time I'd finished my Target shopping  my bad foot was begging for mercy.  
     Subsequently I never made it to Barnes And Noble, but I promise I will give that stores its due in the, hopefully, not too distant future.
     Anyway, during my drive over I was wondering if the million-person boycott was coming home to roost at my local Target at Easton Town Center. 

     Judging from the crowded parking lot, 

...and the busy check-out area,

 ...I guessed not.
      Since I'd arrived at Target directly from the doctor's office I figured I'd start my afternoon of Shopping For Justice with some lunch from the Target snack bar, from whence I was able to snag a  Hot & Tasty mini-pizza and a diet Coke, 

...killing two birds with one stone:  1) lunch and 2) dropping some coin at Target.
      I  actually ended up killing three birds since, as luck would have it, there was a Starbucks in this Target.

      Not a coffee drinker, I opted for a dessert.  There were quite a few nice-looking dessert choices with quite a few calories.

​     So I went for my originally intended choice, a 140-calorie cake pop.

​    You know, for its small size that little ball has got to be one of the most concentrated calorific units on the planet.
   But, boy, was it good!  I could easily have scarfed down two or three more of those fattening little pink bad boys,

...but I resisted and got on  about the business I'd come here for.
    Spending money.
    Which I ended up having no problem doing.
     I bought a new watch.  (Actually I bought two.  I must have a watch on at all times while teaching lessons, otherwise I won't know when to stop, and as I lose watches left and right, I always like to have a spare in my purse and a couple spares at home).

​     I also purchased some new socks,

...some new curtains,

...new stickers with which to  reward my hard-working little piano students,

...and, in a burst of inspiration, a cute blouse as a gift for a transgender gal pal.

    Then, feeling satisfied that I'd spent a righteous amount of money, I  sought out the check-out counter with the shortest line and waited my turn.
​   As I piled my merchandise onto the belt I asked the young sales clerk how business was.

    The clerk pulled in a deep breath. "Really busy," she sighed. 
    I told her I'd been wondering whether business would be down today because of the boycott.
    The girl didn't know what I was talking about.  Just as well.  I didn't tell her.
     Why disturb calm waters?