I left work shortly after 4 today, leaving behind a nearly complete sermon [*blog high five*]. I drove to the southern edge of the Cities and I went to three places. This is how those places make me feel –
Place #1: Byerly’s wine and spirits. I was early for my appointment at place #2 and had already decided it was a wine kind of weekend. Byerly’s was on my way and so I pulled in the parking lot and walked through the automatic glass doors. Immediately, I was approached. It’s the first day of our wine sale. Buy one, get one half off! She was very excited about it. I acknowledged the greeting. Another person approached me thirty seconds later. Has someone told you about our wine sale? Yes. Can I help you find something? Something in particular you are looking for? Here is where I stumble. How to tell the wine snobs at Byerly’s that my indication of a good bottle of wine is a funny name or silly label under $10? Hmm. I always feel like a baby wine drinker in wine shops. I bought two bottles; one is very large. The other is normal sized. Working on the large one now. It has a rooster on the label. Silly.
Place #2: Beau Monde Salon. Hair cut time! Happy hair cut dance! I love getting my hair cut. I love how it feels afterwards and – though she is no Brent – I do like my current stylist, Tiffany. She is fun to talk with, remembers me, and hasn’t once asked me what my dating status is [the flaw of so many hair stylists]. Happy hair cut dance!
Place #3: Lakeville Super Target. My favorite Target. The Target of all Targets. I didn’t really need anything but rinse aid for my dishwasher and dental sticks for Mabel, but you know how Target works. Buy-three-get-one-free method hand soap, $10 worth of my favorite yogurt not available at the local HyVee, and stocking up on toothpaste equaled a whole lot more. Target makes me happy. The kind of happy American consumerism wants me to feel. I can’t help but bow to such consumerism when hand soap and Fage yogurt is involved.
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