It's pronounced soo-per tar-jay

So, today after school I went to Target (see pronounciation above). I wasn't originally going to post about it, but I should have known that when I picked the most jacked-up cart on the free planet, many shenanigans would ensue.

I had a good bit of fun on the toy aisle, and was delighted to find puzzles on sale.

The problem arose when I got to the photo center and printed out some of my picture of the day pics. I had two on a flash drive and the rest on the camera. There's no one at the booth/kiosk, but I know my way around a Kodak printing machine.

Flash drive first. Got the photos ordered without incident. Take flash drive out of machine. Somehow manage to fling flash drive across the kiosk and watch it descend into the vast cavernous space between the machine and the wall. Seriously?! It's gone baby gone. I hate the word but wasn't consciously aware of muttering "Well, that sucks" out loud.

Still alone at the kiosk. Print pictures from camera.

Still alone at kiosk. Raise hand as if I'm in the classroom. Man comes over. I explain the predicament. He looks at me perplexed. Calls woman over. She manages to move the machine and get my flash drive out. I've now made a bit of a scene at the Target (see pronounciation above).

Just so you know how jacked up my cart was, I was putting it back in the little cart return area of the parking lot (I'm very conscious of that) when I look up to see a man in a car laughing at my jacked up buggy.

To top it all off, I bought a new watch there since I haven't seen mine since January 31, and when I got it home and took it out of the package...it was broken!! And now I have no watch and a return to make at Target (see pronounciation above).

I hate making returns!