Target Is Mom Turf

It was yesterday. I wore a Hello Kitty face mask and had my ID, credit card, car key and hand sanitizer in my pockets. I performed a cautious and abbreviated version of my tried and true choreography around the store, stopping first for the biggest box of diapers, and ending with two bags of shredded sharp cheddar cheese. When I was done shopping, I stood on the red marker six feet away from the customer in front of me, suddenly remembering all the items…