The Worst Name to Have On A Starbucks Cup

Hello! Happy Monday! How was your weekend?

Mine was great! I went to Ragnar Jesus and had a lot of fun with SkinnyRunner and some other new friends. But there was a small bump in the road along the way. Actually two bumps in the road…

On Friday afternoon I met SR at Target to carpool to the retreat. She got a ride there and was waiting for me (I’m on Monican time). While she was waiting she shopped around the store with her suitcase and two blankets she had for our mountain getaway. It was kind of funny! No one cared while she shopped and checked out. Since I was late she waited for me while I shopped. When I went to checkout she stood by me with her suitcase.

For some reason the cashier said security needed to check “my” suitcase. Security came and made a very big deal about it so everyone thought I had stuffed the suitcase full of random Target goods. Luckily this is a very quiet/slow store so there wasn’t actually many people who were around/cared. But SR was like, “YEAH! You can’t just drag a suitcase around Target!! That is so rude! Everyone knows that…”  very loudly.

I apologized profusely to the security people with her lecturing me in the background. And I think the security people felt bad for me so they were like, “it’s not rude it’s just a rule…”

I started crying and said, “I can’t go back to jail!”

Okay that last sentence isn’t true, but the rest was.

Anyway. Once they realized the suitcase was just full of SR’s chonies and running gear they were cool.  I checked out and we left no big deal.

 

 

Fast-forward to Sunday. After I dropped SR off at a friend’s house where she was staying for her last night in California I went back to the scene of the crime. I realized on Friday that the Target we met at is a good one because it’s super not busy and that means the clearance rack had a ton of great stuff I didn’t have time to look at and I wanted to check it out.

As I was walking into the store I noticed something in the trash. I stopped to take a better look. As I was inspecting the trash (with my eyes, not my hands) a man walked up behind me and said, “Find anything interesting?”

“Yeah! I thought that Starbucks cup said Penis as the name on it…”

(man laughs) “That is interesting!” He was laughing so hard he hit me on the back (like a friend, not like a violent person).

His reaction made me laugh even more. But I walked away quickly because I didn’t want to start an in depth conversation about it.

In the end I think the cup actually said Denise, but I couldn’t see the “e”. Probably, but I can’t confirm.

Moral of the story:  the Target trip was a success because I found this dress on clearance for $9.00 and wore it last night out to dinner. And the next time I go to Starbucks I’m going to say my name is Denise to see how it looks.

Boom!

Question: When was the last time you went to Target?

Bonus question: Did you only buy what you needed??

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