You have ruined my life, on multiple levels.First, I must point out that although your uniform of a red shirt and khakis is attractive and pleasing to the eye, it is also an outfit that I myself used to favor, but can no longer wear because if I happen to wear it to shop there, other customers inevitably confuse me for a Target employee and start badgering me about where light-bulbs or kitty litter are located (aisle 17 and aisle 19b respectively, since I do happen to know those two). Anyway, it is disconcerting to be doing my normal shopping and repeatedly have people coming up to me, when I at first think I might know them from my kids’ schools, and I start out cheery because I think they just want my opinion on something (green leaf printed beach towel or flamingoes?) when they actually want information. They get very rude when I say “I don’t work here” and I even had a woman once accuse me of lying.
So, right off the bat, you need to change the uniform.Next, you have too many choices of cookies, all of them good. This should be self-explanatory: you are making me fat. I do not weigh
Third, we need to discuss the dollar section. I, for one, love the dollar section and can quickly spend multiple dollars on useless junk that I do not need just because you have arranged it in a flattering way and have good lighting. Everything there is colorful and persuasive, and instantly turns not-as-good the second I get it home. WHY IS THAT?Last, the Starbucks. When I initially saw that you had built a Starbucks inside your hallowed walls, I was super-excited. But now, just like the three things I have listed above, it is merely another way that you are wreaking havoc on me. The question becomes, do I get my Starbucks coffee right when I walk in and start to shop, or do I get it at the end? A smart person would get it at the end
Thank you for taking the time to read my letter. Feel free to send me some coupons for compensation of having ruined my life. I like coupons for Mint Milano cookies.Sincerely,