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| - I think I may WANT to like Kohl's more than I actually do.
This particular location is really close to my apartment, so I come here all the time when I'm bored. I admit it, I even have a Kohl's card. Another confession...we got my engagement ring at Kohl's. On Black Friday. Yeah, we're hardcore like that. It's shiny and pretty and I love it. I know that's odd, but I don't care. Ahem. Back on topic.
This location is usually a bit disheveled. If I need assistance of some kind, it's really hard to find someone to ask. When I finally DO find someone, I usually feel as though I've inconvenienced them... lots of huffing and buffing... you know how it goes.
As a person in my mid-twenties, the clothes here leave something to be desired. The juniors section would be okay if I was about ten years younger, but now it's just inappropriate. I become disturbed when I see ladies old enough to be my mother pawing through the racks with their crusty mitts. There should be an alarm that goes off when an age-spotted hand touches a pair of hip-huggers. Red alert... red FREAKING alert. It's not cute and hip, it's just sad.
So if I don't shop in the junior's section, where do I go? To the DANA BUCHMAN COLLECTION? I think not. I'm not ready for the raisin ranch just yet.
That leaves me in a real bind. I don't find the misses-section clothes to be very cute either... and when I do buy something, without fail, it falls apart in one or two washings.
So why do I still come here? Beats me. Really. I don't know.
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