Yesterday I was wandering the aisles of Target giftcard in hand, wondering what I could buy that wouldn’t get thrown under my dorm bed not to be seen until May. I overheard this conversation between two stalwart, red-vested, employees.
Employee 1: After I pay all the darn bills, there’s nothing left in my paycheck. Nothing. Not a penny.
Employee 2: Oh…
Employee 1: I just get those bills, and it’s all gone.
Employee 2: Do you spend it on booze?
Employee 1: Nah, those booze…they mess with ya real good. They do things. I’m not gonna spend my money on no Booze.
I hover around the Legos aisle longer than I need to, just to hear the conversation. As I’m walking away, Employee 1 kindly asks if I need help. Since I’m not really in the market for Legos, I thank her and start to walk away.
Employee 1: Those booze, they don’t do you any good ya know. Don’t touch them. They make you do things…
She’s talking to me.
Suddenly, because I wasn’t wearing make-up, hadn’t done my hair that day, and was wearing an old hoodie and jeans, I felt as she were telling me I looked like an alcoholic.
Lesson learned, lesson learned.