There is no scientific proof. Probably no official studies done. Nothing to back up the claim, but I am pretty sure going to Target has therapeutic qualities. Beyond the typical "retail therapy", I have discovered that simply entering the store lowers my blood pressure and raises my happiness level.
Maybe it's the color scheme. Or that delicious aroma of fresh popcorn that greets you at the door. (Wal-Mart might want to take note. Some of their greeters are actually deterrents).
Over the course of the past 2 weeks, I have been to Target no fewer than 6 times. Some reasons were absolutely legit--I had to get a prescription filled for one of the Brownies. What can I say? They accept our insurance plan.
Admittedly, there were other times I took refuge there because I knew they would have exactly what I needed ~ and then some. I have never left disappointed. Or empty-handed. I don't mind handing over our hard-earned cash to Target in the midst of an economic crisis. You just can't put a price on the pleasant experience and warm fuzzy payoff.
Do I cheer out loud at the sight of that giant bull's eye on passing trucks? Nah. Does a smile curl my lips as I think to myself, "See you soon, my sweet friend."
If you said "Yes, Sharon--it probably does...", you'd be right on Target.