I was at Target recently with a huge list of necessities.  Surprisingly, there were not many whining kids around to annoy me.  I couldn’t believe how quickly I was moving through the store, especially considering they were under construction and in the midst of reorganizing the whole place.  It all seemed too good to be true… and it was.

Enter the oversharer…

As I approached the girl’s only aisle, I had no idea of the horrors that lay ahead.  I don’t generally dawdle here, but they had rearranged everything… so I had to scan the whole aisle for what I needed.  The oversharer noticed me scanning and felt the need to offer her pearls of wisdom… or rather, offer too much information (TMI).  “These (points to the heavy duty elephant flow pads on the top shelf) are wonderful!  I’ve had a heavy flow since I’ve got these cysts and these are the only things that let me get through the night.”  Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

I stood there dazed.  Was she seriously discussing her woman stuff with a total stranger in Target?  I’m guessing she had probably posted it as her Facebook status already, so I was literally the only person left to tell.  The best I could do was offer a weak “yeah” and then quickly make my exit.

It still haunts me… I’m hoping grossing you all out will help me heal.  You’re welcome.