'Twas 3 days before Christmas...

So I worked Saturday at The Peak until 2pm, decided I'd head over to the new Big Mama Jama Target (I forget what they name it but you know what I mean). I had to pick up wrapping paper and a few stocking stuffers. I know, the Saturday before Christmas at Target, but that is the point of this post. I fully expected there might be another shopper or two. I had zero problem with it, I was in no hurry, destine to enjoy every minute no matter how long it took. Not everyone uses this Zen-like approach as you might guess.

At one point I overheard a woman in the next aisle greet a man she obviously hadn't seen in some time, "...doing some Christmas shopping?" or some such small talk. To which the guy responds "yeah...I hate this f**king store, everybody in here is an idiot!, I hate this f**king store!"

Now, I'm no Mensa member, so I couldn't resist wheeling around to see what one looked like. I mean, declaring the rest of us idiots and all. As it turned out I don't think he was Mensa, as a matter of fact it appears his frustration might come from Target being way out of his league. Whatever genius-man does for a living, it apparently doesn't include a dental plan or a clothing allowance as he appeared to be limited to free T-shirts and Dollar Store pants. About that time a red-face wife-looking woman corralled him up, no doubt adding to the list of reasons why she cant live without him, and hastily moved on.

I moved on to the greeting card section, my last need. As I approached I noticed a guy wearing a skirt. A kilt is probably a more accurate description, but still not very manly. He had two adorable small children in the cart with him, very hippie like. Soon a woman, I'll call his common-law wife for the sake of my amusement, appeared from one of the other card aisles in what was surely a home-made full length skirt. Very hippie like. She was a bit frustrated, I guess she couldn't find a card that just said "Happy Holidays", I could sense skirt-wearin' hippie-man getting agitated. While the two hippie kids enjoyed themselves, dad used the opportunity to denounce the season, damn us! "Welcome to the over-commercialization of Christmas! This is what you get people!"

Here's a tip - you have no condemning authority whatsoever if you are a man wearing a skirt. Period.

As the wiseless hippie children stopped, sensing their no doubt normally placid father had cracked, they quickly took their cue from The Stranger chuckling at skirt-wearing Pops.

Here's my point, I really don't care what you wear or who you are, thereby don't embarrass yourself by trying to be what you're not. If you hate Target, stick with the swap meet or stores that sell Jack Daniels mirrors. No need to roll into Target and start dropping f-bombs. And the commercial aspect of Christmas is a lot of fun for most of us, if not you then please stay home and make presents from twigs and granola. People would probably expect it of you anyway.

I had a blast this Christmas, I hope you did too.