The
euphoria one experiences when shopping in Target after being
deprived of this experience-- for instance, by living in a
rural area or moving to a backward, undeveloped nation.
"After 6 months with the
Peace Corps, I returned to San Diego and had to restock all my cheap
plastic apartment crap. I went to Target and got all flushed and giddy and just felt this rush of ecstasy pushing my massive cart through the glossy, brilliantly lit aisles. Then I went to a second Target, making this a multiple Targasm -- The Big T! When it was all over, i wanted a cigarette-- and
i don't even smoke."