Target

I hear alot of you gals out there complaining about the shoppers in Wal-Mart....Some of them are truly frightening.....I guess I'm lucky. Our Walmarts seem pretty good.

Target, on the other hand, seems to bring the stranger sorts out around here. Like tonight.

So I was out making the sick kid run. And you parents know the run- meds and a little something to make the kid feel better....In this case dinosaur pajamas. Sarah LOVES her dinosaurs, the beat out the the Disney princesses at the moment. Heck she was at the library and took out the Aubons field guide to dinosaurs(why there is a field guide, I'll never know, I thought they were all dead).

So I get there and get the right meds after consulting by cell phone with her doctor(ie-my wife)...I head over to the boy section for pajamas(because the girl section doesn't have any dinosaurs)...I over hear crazy lady.

Crazy lady is in the women's section, looking for a bra. Now that's pretty normal, except she's arguing her bra size with a 4-5 year old boy(which I hope and assume is her son). The conversation went something like this:

"No, I'm looking for a 34 C, that's not the right size."

"I said no, I'm not a 36 B."

"What did I jut tell you, look for a 34 C. C cup."

"Do I look like a 36 A cup?"

I'm leaving pretty quick giggling to myself. But seriously ladies, if your consulting your 5 year old son on bras, and asking him what your breasts look like.....You aren't exactly playing with a full deck.

So around here: Wal-Mart= sane folks.....The crazy ones shop Target.....