An aside: last summer, a friend who works at headquarters in Minneapolis took me to the epicenter of all things Target. I've heard this is a common reaction people have when seeing a brick from the first Target store:
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| No? Just me? Okay. |
Anyways. A couple of weeks ago, we were at our local Target to buy groceries and spotted a cool gold tray stashed on a bottom shelf. There was only one, and it had a small crack in one corner of the glass. (It's unnoticeable, for the most part.) I talked to a manager, who gave us a 15% discount for the damage. Plus we got 5% off through the prescription rewards program, and another 5% savings from using our Red Card.
This made me feel incredibly savvy and cost-conscious, like I had just done something really great.
And that is the genius of Target. I was there to buy groceries, then I picked up a tray I hadn't planned on buying, and at the end of it all, I felt smart about spending the extra money. Well played, Target. Well played. Here she is:
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