Target is remodeling…again.
The dog food is where the school supplies used to be. The school supplies are where the baby clothes used to be. The baby clothes are…so dang cute, aren’t they? I would totally wear some of those cozy onesie animal jammies if they came in my size.
Anyway, nothing is where it usually is. I had a dozen things on my shopping list when I walked into the store, but after wandering around for five minutes I cut the list to bare essentials: hair goop.
My hair is really frizzy; if I don’t coat it in goop, it’s terrifying. Goop doesn’t make it perfect, but it helps.
I meandered through the store in search of the hair products. Hmm…not next to cosmetics…not by toothpaste and deodorant… Ah ha! With the sporting goods, of course!
Gray tube, purple writing.
Gray tube, purple writing.
Where are you, gray tube, purple writing?
I see gray bottle, purple writing. And gray jar, purple writing; but not gray tube. Apparently, they were out of my hair goop. I didn’t see an empty space where it should be, though, so it’s possible that they discontinued it–but I don’t want to jump to conclusions.
Meanwhile, I can hear my hair starting to spring.
I cannot gamble on the hope that Target will finish its remodel in the next 24 hours, so I start scanning the shelves for a substitute. I have used gray tube, purple writing for several years, so I’m at a loss for a replacement. I look for reassuring key words like smooths and controls and frizz assassin. I narrow it down to a couple of choices and irrationally decide on a purple tube with white writing because the colors look closest to what I’m used to. Plus it’s less expensive than my usual brand, so I feel okay about risking it. Let’s do this!
Now, where did they put that checkout area?
The next morning, I squeeze a little dollop of new goop in my hand and give it a sniff. Not bad. I rub my hands together and work it through my hair, watching skeptically.
It seems okay.
Very similar to the regular goop, but it’s early; let’s see how it holds up after a full day.
Can you guess?
Do you totally see it coming?
It was fine.
And not just fine–better.
I actually like it better!
And it’s cheaper!
Good-bye, gray tube, purple writing. Hellooooo, purple tube, white writing!
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Change is so tricky, isn’t it?
Even silly little change like hair goop.
Oh how we fight it!
We whine!
We grumble and groan!
We throw up our hands and plead to the heavens, “Why? Why, oh why?”
(insert sad pouty face here)
But sometimes it’s better.
Not always.
But sometimes.
And sometimes is way better than never.
(insert happy hopeful face here)
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And please let me know if you have any leads on cozy animal jammies for grown-ups.