I rushed up to her all breathless over her real silver sandals glinting in trader joe's sun, and she was like, Target clearance. Wow i am slipping. ok but the jeans...? Terrrrrrget. Ouch. 0 for 2 and i didn't even ask about the shirt. i had to go in and buy a jug o wine and take a hard look at my observation skillz. of course i got distracted by fruit and forgot all about it until now. i have two explanations for this weak showing: 1) she would look good in zubaz and an XXXL coors t-shirt, and 2) my entire existence is outside the mainstream, kind of in this murky retail backwater, weedy and pungent. i don't do target. so when i see things that are shiny or clean or not previously wedged under someone else's armpits, well it's quite exciting. that's my story and i'm sticking with it.