Errands

The other day I made a quick trip to Target, the big one off of Fort Union. I couldn't find what I needed and so, as usual when I enter large stores, I became confused, scared and turned around. My first thought was to look for a Target helper, which means: look for someone in red. Apparently, in my mind, anybody--just anybody wearing red was a Target employee. With that thought in mind I had asked some random non-Target employee for help. This lady didn't inform me of my mistake so I managed to drag this poor woman all the way across the store away from her cart of things that I assumed was merchandise that needed shelving, it wasn't. She played her role well as fake employee. It took some time for me to put the puzzle pieces together but I finally did when I saw her again at the checkout line. All I can say is that it was awkward and out of awkwardness I tipped my imaginary hat at her in an attempt to apologize. She didn't get it, neither did I. Oh Amy.