I saw the local squishy mob at Target today

I saw the local squishy mob at Target today. There is no one in retail today that gets paid enough to deal with what I just witnessed at this Target. The psychotic squishy people. I dropped my kids off at summer camp this morning and I was like, I'm gonna go do back to school shopping. As I'm making my way down to the school supply section, I hear murmuring, rumbling, if you will, throughout the aisles of Target. And and these aren't kids. These are adults. You're talking about the fact that, you know, they've been milling around this store for 90 minutes because the truck is late. I'm sorry. If you don't work at a Target and you know what time their shipments come in the morning, you need a therapist. This is insane. What are they doing? They're not just like, oh, okay, well, try another day, I guess. No, they're standing at Target and heckling employees for two hours. Not even like standing where these items are going to be stocked on the shelves. No. They're standing at like the double doors from the storage section onto the sales floor. Listen, I know there's going to be people that are like, it's the magic for my kids, okay? I'm getting it for my kids. There is not a person on the planet that needs to purchase six carrot shaped squishmallows. Oh my god. Just let people have their fun. Don't be such a buzzkill. Okay, maybe don't scream at employees of Target who had to create a rule, limit two per person because you guys try doing insist on buying entire flats of fucking carrots. They're telling you limit two per person and you're up there looking like you're entering the bargaining stage of grief. It's fucking weird. You need to give those people at Target a break. These people are making $12 an hour. Not enough.