It must be heaven.

So,  I've moved.  I no longer live where I lived before.  I now live in the Pacific Northwest.  Is there a difference?  Stay tuned because one day soon I'm going to reveal just where I lived, and it could get interesting here people.
I now live in a cute little house with a manicured lawn with lots of flowers somewhere in Washington, Idaho, or Montana.  In the process of moving in the last 24hrs I've said to myself, "Man, I need to go to Wal"...I mean that one store that has the yellow smiley face thingy that knocks down prices.  Back where I used to live that place was the only option for shopping....grocery, home, pretty much everything.  So that's where I went.  I don't have anything against this store, but lets just say I didn't enjoy going there.  I always left feeling frustrated, nothing was organized and the stuff there is always going to break the next day.  Although, I did always walk out the doors gnawing on a piping hot loaf of french bread like Bigfoot.  Only $1.50.  Mmm, good stuff.
Yet, now I live in this place that has the bullzeye store.  Now, I'm telling you people, I've missed this store. This was the one thing I told my mom when I first moved away, that the town I lived in didn't have Bullzeye. 
So today, I went to Bullzeye.  The place was busy, but not overwhelming.  Things were organized.  Nobody bumped into me reaching for the last package of Oreos.  People said 'excuse me' when they walked in front of where I was looking.  The children were not crying and throwing themselves on the floor over another bag of candy.  I even saw a father pushing his cart with two giggling toddlers.  I thought "Am I dead?  Why is everyone so happy?  Am I in heaven?"  Because, seriously, heaven, in my mind, will have a Bullzeye.
It was a lovely time.  My cashier even asked me how my summer was going.  She talked to me.  I was so caught off guard that I talked to her about the weather.  
I love Target.