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."