A few weeks ago I had some time to kill before work, so I decided to go to Target. I felt compelled to go to Target that day, but I was not sure why. On this particular day, everything had been going smoothly with no surprises or delays. I pulled into the parking lot, locked my doors (after I got out of the car this time) and began my journey towards the entrance of the store. It had been a good day so far, and I noticed that I inadvertantly began to strut: not cocky, mostly just walking with a dash of "I'm rather awesome, so take notice" and, possibly, a hint of sass. I swear, I don't have an ego problem, just F.Y.I. A few moments later I arrived to the entrance and, naturally, I selected to enter the store through the automatic door instead of the regular doors. I mean, when given the choice, who wouldn't go through the automatic doors? It's like choosing to go through a regular door instead of those glass doors that spin in a circle. Who chooses the regular...
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