Yet I'm really pissed right now.
You had this Missoni for Target designer event. I really wasn't very up on Missoni other than their ability to make social skeletons look like test patterns ...
Now, I didn't get to the store at the crack of dawn cause you know what - you're not Springsteen. I got there when I got there and was fully prepared to pick over the picked over.
What a clusterfuck! Crap all over the floor and barely literate teenage staff trying to cope with questions they can't even pronounce back while half beaten to death older workers who are there because Wall Street stole their pensions attempt to restore order.
I left.
Online I did find a couple of items while waiting for your site to move at a pace resembling the reasoning ability of George W.
I even found a pair of shoes!! for my DIL.
I dragged my ass all the way upstairs to hunt through her closet for the right size.
Found it, limped back down, plugged in the size, hit add to cart and was told ...
FIND IN STORE
Find in store? WTF? I was at the store and I didn't find. If you don't have it that's OK but don't kind of have it if I play enough of your BS games.
I guess I'm supposed to take my laptop to the store and shop both ways at once.
I got the camera at Amazon for $100 less and it came with a bundle of stuff - ya know, like all together, so you can kinda like use the batteries and well, ya know, like charge them too.
I'm going to give you another chance. Perhaps you were all so close to Missoni models that you got a contact high.
But I'm telling Santa to watch your ass as Christmas shopping mayhem approaches.
