I'll have to post the photos later- when I can get some kid to teach me how to take the photos off my cell phone and put them onto my desktop???? Suffice it to say that I must first lay down to recover from my recent experience at Target. While wandering the aisles aimlessly in an effort to avoid going home and cleaning up my office before school starts, I came across boxes of Designer Pampers Disposable Diapers. That's right folks, I said (well really I wrote but let's not get too picky here), DESIGNER DISPOSABLE DIAPERS! The list of ridiculous actions that had to take place in order for me to have this experience is one item too long:
1. Someone said, "let's bring out a line of designer Pampers!"
2. Someone else (who was probably being paid quite a bit of money) said, "Great idea!"
3. Some other overpaid sheep/lemming (here after referred to as a shemming) said, "What designer can we get?" My guess is they were turned down several times by designers' admins who had actually drank their coffee and engaged their cerebral synapse systems before Target finally hooked up with whoever is the "Yeah, sure, I'd love to make my boss look like an idiot" employee for Cynthia Rowley (by the way- who is Cynthia Rowley?).
4. Cynthia Rowley said, "Sure, why not. I can design some patterns that are gender specific to go on the outside of poop and pee catchers that will be thrown away as well as the next designer- I'm in!"
5. A shemming at Pampers brought the project all the way through product development.
6. Many folks participating in consumer focus groups were able to say that they would absolutely buy this product while keeping a straight face- I'm really sorry I didn't get to see that.
7. A complete goof over in Target's merchandising department bought the product to put on the shelves.
8. Some consumer who should not be allowed to raise a goldfish let alone a child bought the darn things.
Now get this- they're on clearance- marked down from $12.99 to $11.48 and some people were actually putting them in their shopping basket! Anyhoo- I think you will agree that this experience requires a glass of Sangria, a cool cloth to the forehead and a half hour 'rest' on the sectional!
(Jennie- Jennie P., are you OK- light headed or anything- because this could send you right over the edge!)
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