Target on My Back

Over the past couple of days, I’ve been fighting yet another bout of allergies. So tonight, I dragged myself out of bed and went down to Nordy’s to pick up my new Tuxedo for this weekend (which I look really hot in, by the way… pictures this weekend!)

Anyhow, since I was over in Alexandria, I decided to stop by “Soviet” Target – you know, where the lines are long and the shelves are empty. I picked up some staples to help with the allergies: cough syrup, Vick’s Vapor Rub and some candy. As I was checking out, the nice young lady scanned the cough syrup and the register beeped at her. I asked her what that was all about and she said, “Don’t worry, we have to card anyone buying cough syrup who looks younger than 35.” I just glared at her.

For the record, I’m 32.