I've been going to Target for a long time. Not as long as Target's been around; it's been around since I was born: 1962. I went to Target when there were two non-Kmart discount stores: Venture and Target, and they were essentially the same.
This is my Target:
I went to Target when Mom called it "Tar-ghey" and people laughed because they hadn't heard that joke before. That's how long I've been going to Target.
Then Target ate Venture and then went through some upscale makeover.
We all went to Target some weekend in 1999 and came out going, "Dang, that's some nice stuff at Target. Too nice for me. Where do I go for my junk -" and then Walmart heard us and erupted from the ground at our feet. Meanwhile, you kids have been going to Target not knowing its lowly position on the Great Chain of Being of Chain Stores - one rung above K-Mart and two rungs above GrandPa Pidgeon's.
I mention this because there's a Target by the Starbuck's by my house and I thought they might have some water-based lubrication products. I thought I was cool because I have a silicone-based lubrication product, but evidently a pricey new friend requires a water-based product.
The lube is by the condoms, and it always makes me feel a little self-conscious hanging out by the condoms, so I was pointedly not standing in front of those naughty condoms when I saw
Get your Vibrating Cock Rings at Target!
My MOM took me to Target!
You kids today!
And no, I didn't buy them. Instead, I inadvertently bought something much more effective: a sports bra. It would seem being lifted and separated isn't as exciting as being flattened and smooshed. Who knew? And who knew there were cock rings at Target?