Target missed the target

Things get harder when you're pregnant. Like everything. Specifically walking long distances. It sucks. 

Yesterday I met my dad and younger sister at the Christkindle Market in Chicago, which was awesome, and got me home a little early. After doing some work, I suggested to Husband that we knock out registering at Target since we have a little extra time in our evening. Plus the shower is the end of January and December is kind of a shit show with the holidays, so I figured sooner was better than later. 

After stopping at Walgreens and waiting an abnormally long time for a prescription, we went to Target and I began the aggravating process of starting a registry. 

At this point my legs and feet were already hurting from the day and I was wondering why I hadn't worn flats. After completing the registry I stood in line waiting for the scanner and was asked "what I want" by the delightful woman behind the counter. After asking for a registry scanner she informed me they hadn't charged their scanners and the best I could get was 42% charged.

I took it, hunted down husband and found the baby section, which is basically on the other side of the store from customer service, scanned three items and then the scanner died. 

Cussing, I left Husband to look at electronics and began the mile long trek across what had become the biggest store in the world, and got back to the customer service desk. 

"My scanner died."

"Yeah, I told you that was going to happen. The other one isn't charged, so you have to come back." 

"Should I make an appointment?"

"No. You don't need an appointment. Just come back."

"And take the chance I'm going to have a total waste of time again?"

"Yeah."

Really? What a bitch. 

So I left the scanner on the counter and began the long trek back past the infant stuff to find Husband in electronics, muttering and cussing the whole time. When I finally found him I had to explain how our whole trip was a waste of time and we have to come back and register for our little girl and uncooperative BabyB another time. 

Invitations to the shower go out sometime this month and I still agent registered anywhere.

By the time we walked back out to the car I was so pissed and ready to go home, that Target will be lucky if I ever come back. Maybe registering there isn't worth it. Especially if I can only register for three things in a visit.