My computer, since Saturday and for the third time since June, is, as my father would say, “on the fritz”.
The lack of a writing/posting/commenting outlet makes me uneasy and distracted, a worrisome combination that leads to teeth-grinding, various aches and pains, and an inability to fend off the large number of people who approach me asking to brush my hair.
Oh, dabnab it, I’ll sigh. Go ahead. You can brush my hair if you want to.
This underlying anxiety presents itself at irregular intervals throughout the day, and so I blame the following on laptop withdrawal.
I passed a woman in the skyways today – a full-grown woman, mind you – wearing a tee-shirt that said, in big, bold letters “I (heart) Target”.
And by (heart), I mean the symbol for a heart, not "heart" spelled out or even a graphic representation of the actual heart muscle itself.
That would’ve been funny.
But she hearts Target. The retail store. She hearts it so much she bought the shirt.
Well, I heart Target, too, but would I wear a tee-shirt for them?
No, I would not.
I’ve never understood the desire to wear logoed apparel, or even more strangely, to my mind, the desire to purchase it. While perfectly willing to wear one if paid, the idea that I would enter into a situation where I would become free advertising, well, this confounds me.
It wasn’t even an event shirt – she hadn’t received this shirt at the end of her Fists Across America Walk or for having raised money for a charity or a cure. This was your standard black, cap-sleeved tee-shirt.
Since then I’ve been trying to think of the reasons which would entice me into becoming a free and mobile billboard for a multi-million-dollar corporation.
I think I got it.
The reasons I would wear, free of charge, a logoed/branded tee-shirt:
1. It was my only clothing option. And it was winter.
2. My being caught wearing said tee-shirt could win me thousands of dollars’ worth of cash and prizes.
3. My being caught not wearing said tee-shirt could result in being fined a variety of odiferous boils.
4. It was my understanding that it was Johnny Depp’s fondest wish to see me in that particular tee-shirt.
5. They were distributed following a natural disaster, for which I would, sincerely, heart Target.
I don't know. I may just be crabby due to the temporary incapacitation of my laptop.
Dell is sending a box. Again. And once again, I shall pack Patsy Cline (you didn’t think I hadn’t named my laptop, did you?) and send her away.
And this, I do not heart.
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