I went to Target three times in the span of 22 hours last weekend. Target was closed for 10 of those 24 hours or I might have gone more.

I needed a new desk chair, so I went to a Target where a lot of other people must have needed desk chairs because they didn’t have any in stock that I wanted. Then I went to OfficeMax which was a dumb idea because OfficeMax isn’t Target, but luckily there’s a Target right next to the Office Max so I went there.

Now I have an affordable, comfortable desk chair.

Then the next day I woke up and I took the boy to Target because we needed the following three things: paper, a measuring tape and milk. In a different time, I’d have had to have gone to three different stores for these things or just looked harder for the measuring tape I already owned. I also wouldn’t have had the ability to add a bag of coin rolls nor would I have been able to look at the bikes and check out the soccer balls and try baseball gloves on the boy’s hand and mentally design my future home bar as I wandered through the furniture section. I kind of like this one.

The boy loves Target, too. I can’t blame him. It’s where we buy him toy cars. If you associate good things with something when a kid is young, he’ll like it. It’s the same concept behind our taking him to Wal-Mart and telling him he can have candy only to tell him as we’re leaving that he can’t have candy after all. … That’s not actually true, but it’s not a bad idea.

I’ll probably go to Target at least once this weekend. Or maybe I’ll go tonight.

If I ever won the lottery, I would quit my job and work at Target.