Dear Target Shoppers,

I apologize for that emotionally unstable lady you ran into yesterday in the baby aisle. She really isn't ready to look at needed baby items. While she was looking at the clearance items and accidentally dropped a portable crib slip cover on the table of lotions and shampoos, spilling them into the aisles, Thank you to the two ladies who scrambled over to help pick them up while she stood there deciding if she should purchase the item.
To the woman with the car seat blocking her view, with the toddler hanging off the side, whose cart bumped into this emotionally unstable lady: I promise that she wasn't hurt, the tears were from your apology, "So sorry. It's hard to steer these carts when they're covered in babies."
To the maternity salesperson: No offense intended for her complaints about the butt part of the pants being too small while the stomach part is too big. (Her emotional eating is catching up with her behind while her baby bump is still small.)
To the random strangers with beautiful girl toddlers in your carts: I'm sorry she stares and cries. She can't help but wish there was one in her cart.
Be assured, dear friends at Target, she only visits you when she absolutely has to such as when the junior high gym teacher is demanding a swimsuit and tennis shoes. And don't worry, next time she tries to go shopping in the baby aisle, I'll make sure she has a chaperone.
With Love,
Tami