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| - In our house this store is known as "Ghetto Target". My wife and I feel subservient to this store for geographic purposes. We have come to know and, ultimately, endure our frequent shopping trips with continually lowered expectations of anything positive coming our way. The checkout staff is, to a person, rude, unprofessional and often seem just really, really dumb.
My favorite story from Ghetto Target is a few months ago when I purchased some laundry detergent, paper towels and a birthday card. Upon my exit , a security guard followed me out of the store and asked to see my receipt for the purchase. Surprised, I replied kindly, "no you can't but thanks for asking". I kept walking to my car as the security guard "ordered" me to stop, threatening to call police. I calmly told him I was okay with his plan to call the cops, got in my car and drove away with him standing in my rear view mirror, looking like a complete idiot.
Of course, it's Target, so I still go back. Often. Maybe I'll get a t-shirt that reads "I survived Ghetto Target".
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