but when I (a very round pregnant woman with several small children in tow) walk into a hardware store, I want a kindly gentleman to meet me right away, so I can dump the broken pieces of *whatever it is* into his hands and say, “I need the stuff to fix *this*.” Then he shows me where it is, I buy it and bring it home to figure it out or let Jay figure it out.
Hardware stores are categorized like men’s minds, not women’s. I can never find a darn thing no matter how many signs are up.
Now Target on the other hand fits my brain just perfectly and I can whizz through in a flash and get everything that Jay couldn’t find.
Walmart, however, is completely random and annoying.