My iPhone alarm woke me up at 7AM. Usually I am an early riser, but it is a Sunday and my first reaction was to hit the snooze. Luckily “past me” had written down Prabal Gurung on the screen. I bolted out of bed and off to Target I went.
7:52AM. There were two other cars in the lot. One car was clearly another shopper. My enemy. The other car was some odd couple probably there for whatever people go shopping for at 8AM on a Sunday…at Target.
7:56AM. Three more cars pull up and I can see these ladies are in teams. My heart races a bit. I am feeling nervous. Approaching the doors a scenario plays out in my head. What if I pretend to slip on the ice and then have all the shoppers run to help me and then I quickly get back up and run in before them? I soon realized this plan A) would work better if I had someone on my team to run in before me and B) these shoppers were as fierce as ballerinas and would definitely not come to my aid.
7:58AM. One team approaches the door. But we still have two minutes! Angry because I feel these women will take all the clothes (because obviously the doors aren’t wide enough and I won’t be able to race past them…I’m kidding) I realize it is just my Sunday morning grogginess speaking because taking a second look I can see we will all be taking different sizes.
8:00AM. May the odds forever be in your favor. Lets just show you the photos.





















