To the Women at Target Who Make My Daughter Happy
In our town, there are at least three Target stores. I’ve been going to one of them since it first opened about 15 years ago. When my daughter, “Princess,” was an infant, I used to push our jogging stroller there several times a week just to get out of the house and get a little exercise. Princess even learned what the sale sticker looked like and schooled her grandma on it when she was around 4 years old. I’ll be the first to admit that there are some days that I go there more than once a day.
The great thing about our particular Target is that there are cashiers and stock people who know my outgoing child by name. Our favorite cashier is Susan. Susan always has a warm smile and a hug waiting for Princess. If Princess is not with me, she will ask how she is. She knows that Princess has her struggles, but she loves her just the same.
Another long time employee is Mimi. This lovely gal is a little person. Princess connected with her right away. It was as if she knew something was different about Mimi but she just treated her like everyone else. I think Mimi knew that Princess had her own challenges long before I shared them with her.
When Princess had her first hospitalization for behavioral health concerns back in 2012, Mimi somehow felt in her gut that something was amiss because I kept going to the store without my shopping buddy. I shared with Mimi a little of what was going on in our world. This precious lady went out of her way to bring a Cinderella slipper necklace from her home for Princess. She kept it in her pocket until she saw us one day. Then she presented it to my daughter. She told her that when she saw this necklace, it made her think of Princess. Out of all of the people she knows, she thought of my daughter.She took the time to make her feel special.
There are other wonderful employees who work there as well. Amanda is one of the managers. She always pitches in wherever she sees a need. She keeps her employees happy and focused. There’s another employee who has the same name as my daughter. (Her real one) She’s friendly and professional.
On a recent outing to Target, Princess was distracted. I thought my child was right next to me, but she had wandered off to look at something else. I saw where she was, but she didn’t see me. After realizing she’d lost sight of me, she headed over to customer service. The employees there were just about to call me when I showed up. It was a relief to hear the young ladies behind the counter say that they recognized my daughter and knew she belonged with me.
I know that not every single Target is like mine, but I’m glad to know we have the best one right around the corner from us. Its customer service shines more than any I’ve ever been in, but I may just be a little biased.
A longer version of this post originally appeared on Raising A Drama Queen.
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