I went to grab deodorant and almost paid $15.59 for somebody’s half-melted vanilla milkshake because some grown adult couldn’t walk ten steps to a trash can. Just left it sitting there between the Native sticks like it’s a limited edition scent. You had enough energy to sip it down to the ice but suddenly lost all motor skills when it was time to throw it away?
And yeah, I snapped. I picked it up, walked to the front, and handed it straight to customer service and said, “Whoever left this here owes you a cleaning fee.” Then I asked the cashier to make an announcement about “the person who abandoned their emotional support milkshake in aisle 6.” Petty? Absolutely. But I’m tired of stores looking like daycare centers for adults who think retail workers are their personal maids.
Now my friend says I embarrassed myself over “just a cup.” No. It’s not just a cup. It’s the entitlement. If you’re old enough to buy a $6 drink and $16 deodorant, you’re old enough to find a trash can. And if calling it out makes me dramatic, fine. At least I’m not the one treating Target like my living room.
