The Brave Little Carseat

Blog No. 51: The Brave Little Carseat

Yeah. Spent an hour at Target because we couldn't return double stuffs from the baby shower.

You see, as stated in my previous blog, my mother is a stubborn woman. We've returned, already, a stroller, a set of CDs, and something else I don't remember and ended up getting like a $200 refund already. Then the girl at the register said, "Well if you don't have the reciept for the rest, you can pull up the purchase log on the gift registry, print it out, and use that as a reciept." So we did, after half an hour of trying to reach my sister to get her password to her Target.com account. By then, the line was LONG and they were shorthanded. I waited in line with a car seat, two traveling beds, and a bottle warmer in a cart. Twenty minutes later, we walk up and spoke to them again and they said, "Sorry but we need the ID or Driver's Liscence of the mother or father so that we can scan it into the computer and return them."

Are you kidding me? Do these Target people have a death wish?

Essentially, my mother rose all hell against them. She complained about how she's in here every week, she shops for three households, and how her Target purchases still go toward an elementary school me and my marine cousin used to go to. A manager was almost unleashed. She even pulled out a reciept from long ago, asking what the hell she was charged for that's called "Percy Jacksn." She complained and complained and complained. Basically, I just stared off in the distance, hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel to take me from this punishment. My mother ended up getting the traveling beds and bottle warmer returned, using my ID card (which basically means I can no longer return anything at Target without a reciept for a calendar year), and got like a $50 gift card.

All but the carseat remained. D:

My mother is still a weak woman, though, and basically all the errands we had to do today we did not end up doing. I had to drive the van home for her, so I got to pull up to Togo's and Starbucks before we went home.

And in case you were wondering, I did not go to school today to make up the lab because I had "several chores to do today" which I did not know waiting in the Target line for an hour was one of them.

Such a major let down. D:

How-To-Tell-Someone-They're-a-Hypocrite To Do List:

1. Prepare the argument in your head. Imagine as if you are giving a power point presentation, with each slide clearly showing instances of hypocrisy. A thesis statement might help in this case. It doesn't have to make much sense, so long as there's a powerful conclusion in place and you act compelling enough to get away with it.
2. Prepare the power point and a projector. (optional)
3. Work up the courage. It's what makes a king out of a slave. :3
4. Keep eye contact, stand your ground, and keep going if they try to interrupt you. Make particular emphasis on how you are affected and how disappointed in them as a human being you are to them.
5. Walk away, chin held high because you've just PWNED someone very hard. :3

If only...