I'm not doing anything wrong I promise

So at Target there are employees that are paid to walk the floor looking for shoplifters. Tonight I went into Target to waste time when my car decided it wasn't going to start. I wasn't going to call Jennifer at work again because of my car when I was pretty sure if I left it alone for a while it would decide to start.

I went and looked for a black polo shirt, walked past my deli but they were busy so I decided to walk through home furnishings.

The floor walker starts walking back to home furnishings and being a dork that I am knowing that I probably look really suspicious walking up and down the isles in my big winter coat playing with my cell phone. I freaked out and forgot his name, and probably started acting even weirder.

I am not doing anything wrong, just wasting time because my car likes to cause problems. I finally stopped and said hi to him and he asks if I am in the Criminology class. He is in two of my classes and I can't remember his name, he comes to the deli I know exactly what he wants when comes to get dinner, chicken strip dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy for both sides no dinner roll.

Anyway we stand around and talk about school for quite a while, the two classes we have together right now and the one that he is taking next semester that he is trying to get every Target employee attending UND to take.

The professor is the head of the CJ department and the class is supposed to be really tough because he is so strict. We joked about the Target employee study group back in the training room.

So I'm just a little paranoid right. Maybe it is because of remembering that experience back in D.C. or that making me think of the trouble that my cousin got me into a few months before I was supposed to leave for D.C.

Don't you just love the way past mistakes keep coming back to bite you in the ass. Sure it is a great way to keep you from making the same mistake again, but I would just love to get past them.

So the whole reason I was out so that my car could make his protest, I need to find a black shirt because starting Sunday I will be training in Starbucks. How lucky am I, right?

I am kind of nervous, but it can't really be that different from making shakes, malts and sundaes. Just memorize what goes in what and the silly names for it all, right?

Jennifer is home, I think so I best get off the computer so she doesn't yell and so I can call my parents to tell them about the stupid doctor and my silly car.

Hasta luego.