Kind of creepy when an enjoyable swing through Target ends with a creepy check-out dude repeating the phrase, "Keep smiling."
Literally, the kid checks my ID (thank you box of wine I couldn't put down), and starts telling me how much he loves my smile and how cool he thinks it is when girls "my age" (what the hell does that mean, Sport?!) have braces.
Kind of weird. Or...a lot of weird.
I grabbed my box of wine, Speedo goggles (thank you Michael Phelps for false hope), and Halloween greeting cards (what can I say? sometimes you just need to buy something) and hit the road.
Wild and crazy Saturday night, right?