Target comes to Columbia Heights, to applause and (inevitable) hand-wringing. I say about time, mostly because the closest Target to my house is at Potomac Yard, which is flooded with D.C. shoppers, who, to the chagrin of the (inevitable) hand-wringers, desire and deserve goods and services that don’t cost more than they do 10 miles away.
Route 1 is too narrow for the traffic Potomac Yard occasions, and God forbid you should need something from there on a weekend day. Its parking lot, while gargantuan, isn’t sufficient for the hordes of bargain-deprived District residents who’ve descended to strip the shelves bare of cat litter, infant wipes, and surprisingly kicky Mossimo clothing.
So thank you for your sales-tax contributions, D.C.’ers, but hallelujah that you can finally shop closer to your homes than to mine.
Photo by Mrs. Gemstone