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| - It was Diane's birthday, and I needed to get two supplemental presents and some gift wrap pronto before she returned home from a local poker tournament. So, I went to the local Target, and it did not disappoint. It was midday on a Wednesday when I entered the immaculate store, and, except for store personnel scattered about and very few other customers, it was much like a ghost town: quiet and nearly devoid of people. The store is vast, and it took me awhile to find books and puzzles in the back. I quickly grabbed a suitable one of each, and then asked an employee where I could find gift wrapping. She directed me opposite the front registers, where I promptly wheeled my cart--and found nothing resembling wrapping papers.
Upon asking another roving employee, he looked perplexed and referred my inquiry to an adjoining cashier, who said that the store did not do gift wrapping. I replied that I knew that, and was prepared to do it myself. But I had to find the wrapping. "Oh!" he exclaimed, and referred me to the "wall of cards." I did not find a wall, but just 15 yards away I saw a rack of greeting cards, and behind that rack I spied another long rack of gift wrapping papers and gift bags for sale. I selected one of each, and returned to the register of the man who pointed me there. To my surprise, just about every article in the cart recorded a lower price than I expected to pay, and by using a Target Stores credit card, every purchased item was reduced another 5%.
My needs were met; it was a good shopping trip; and I quickly headed home--only to arrive one car length behind the birthday girl. So I had to join and wrap the new purchases with her main present in the seclusion of the garage, and then store them in a car while she was inside the house. Diane finally got to see the gifts a few hours later in the midst of March Madness, in a Chart House booth at the Golden Nugget, her choice of restaurant for the evening. She liked at least two of her gifts (she thought the sniper book was more suitable for me--imagine that!); our meals were delicious; and as an unexpected bonus we enjoyed some live entertainment along Fremont Street and the Fremont Experience before calling it a night. All was well, in large part thanks to Target Stores in North Las Vegas.
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