Don't panic, it's just an emergency

Jackie and I were enjoying our weekend at Target and Marshall’s when suddenly we heard an alarming announcement: “There is a fire emergency in the building. Please evacuate immediately.”

The rest of the checkout line at Marshall’s didn’t seem bothered. I felt like I was in some kind of Twilight Zone.

HELLO?! FIRE EMERGENCY!! LET’S GET A MOVE ON!

I quickly abandoned the things I didn’t really need to buy anyway, and I bustled past the morons who, rather than walk a few feet to exit the building, were opting to buy that fab new coffee maker.

Once outside, I looked frantically around for Jackie, who had been in Target. As masses of people flooded from the building and onto the sidewalk, I feared Jackie and I would never see each other again. Then I noticed I had a missed call from her.

I called her back and began shouting into my phone.

JACKIE, DID YOU SURVIVE THE FIRE EMERGENCY?!

Jackie shouts back and tells me to raise my hand in the air. As soon as I do, Jackie says hey behind me.

We make our way away from the crowd and see a frozen yogurt place. Desperate to seek refuge from the chaos (and also mostly because we want fro yo) we head inside.

Entering a new frozen yogurt place feels like Christmas every time. So many flavors! So many toppings! We created heaping piles of deliciousness and then paid for our gluttony at the counter. We sat down and feasted, while watching a sea of red-shirted Target workers take roll outside.

By the time we finished, Target and Marshall’s were back open. The emergency, if there even was one, was handled oddly quickly. We went back inside and finished our shopping.

Then, another emergency happened. Jackie called me and said, “Come quick. I don’t know which sunglasses to buy.” Once that was settled, we took the Metro home.