When Jen wanted to get a case for her new iPhone, the closest place to try to look for one was this one particular Target that was probably the only thing open on a Sunday evening. It’s not a Target we go to at all, really, but at the time of the decision, it was the closest thing available, and I kind of figured, it’s a Target; you kind of know what you’re getting when you go to one. However, this particular Target is kind of located in an area I’d like to classify as “urban,” or fuck it, ghetto, so it was going to be a conflict of which factor wins out – the ghettoness, or the clean and tidy branding of Target.
Well, the parking lot pretty much answered it from the get-go, because there was trash all over the place. Discarded fast food bags, Sprite bottles, cups from a variety of fast food dives; pretty much the norm found in any ghetto area. But that was just the outside, surely the inside of a Target would bring some normalcy back to the situation.