Visible Cheekbones

I am finding that Target has an evil grip when I browse. I never intend to browse, but, the hip colors and shiny trinkets give me a boost. It feels good to be in Target... at least it is not Walmart. Their seductive product placement lures me in, deeper and deeper.... here I am, past the 'plus' sizes, which merge enviable into maternity. Thanks! Then, before I know it, I am assaulted by the aroma of a sample of a new croissant. Yummy and I tuck the toothpick into my purse, the black hole that is my life. Then, more rolls, soft and squishy. No, can't check those out; thin people with defined cheekbones are nearby, undoubtedly perusing some leafy vegetables and looking down at me massaging warm dinner rolls..... Then, candy, aisles of it.... No, not hungry, eat at home.... Then, the doughnuts, welcoming me into checkout. Convenient. Affordable. Sinful. Ok, Ok, I took the bait. I am now in my car, driving home with sticky fingers from tearing open a box of plastic-looking but smooth tasting doughnuts. Targets colors are not white trash. Even their dollar aisle has classy crap.