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knife binge
Sunday Apr. 03, 2005,

apparently cannot be trusted to go into Target by myself.

This saddens me, for I am, in truth, not really a huge fan of Target. I always feel a little...manipulated by their marketing thrust. It seems cultish to me, and a lot of their products are style--and price--over substance.

But I'm starting to get to the place where I cannot make myself go into Wal-Mart, and I needed a clock desperately, and we were in the vicinity of Target because we had to to to the home improvement center... so I told Spouse that I would just run in and grab an inexpensive wall clock for the kitchen and come right out.

It took me almost an hour to get out.

The casino-like misdirection they practice resulted in me spending most of that time in housewares, before discovering that the wall clocks are kept over by the plants. In a completely different part of the store from all the other clocks.

Once I found them, it took no time at all to pick out a charming, tasteful, and inexpensive clock for the kitchen. But at that point, it was too late.

You see, I looked at a lot of stuff that I would have ignored, had the clocks been where Logic dictated, and I ended up spending money I didn't intend to spend today.

On a gorgeous new set of Chicago Cutlery kitchen knives. One-piece stainless construction, quartered in a sexy and voluptuous oak block. I keep wanting to touch these things, as they just feel so damn good in my hand!

But on the other hand, (as I hurriedly rationalized to myself in the knife aisle) I'm 41 years old. How much longer was I planning to make myself wait for a good set of knives? Making do with cheap crap that came free with $20.00 worth of groceries at the flippin' Jewel? Hell, it was high time.

Right? Right?

Oh, well...blame it on Spouse. If he hadn't bounced my kitchen clock all the way across the room when he was moving it forward for Daylight Mind-Fucking Time, I wouldn't have needed a new clock.

And if he hadn't been so lazy, and gone in with me, I wouldn't have gone all loose-cannon and charged off on a wild knife-buying spree.

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