I don't care about the chess tournament...really

Tomorrow is my son's birthday. Being the most prepared Mom of all time...(except for the prom flower fiasco) I thought it may be time to get him a present. I had a bike all planned out for him...but he made it perfectly clear today that a bike was not even on his list. What WAS I thinking? So, I headed to Target tonight to pick up a highly coveted item on the list, where I heard this super, very, what were you thinking LOUD woman talking on her cell phone about her son's chess tournament. He was the local, state, national, supernational, worldwide, universe, galaxy chess tournament winner evidently AND he was only 7. Picture her, sitting in the patio furniture lounging back speaking, I kid you not, at the top of her lungs. I was innocently seeking out some weed b gone ($5.99) to replace my $1000 a season lawn service when I was overcome by this ladies incredible rudeness. I finally found my weed b gone and headed to another area of the store...now...imagine...you know where Target keeps the lawn furniture right? The very, I mean very back of the store...I strolled through house wares...still heard her...strolled through scrapbooking and could still hear her. I finally got to the card section, which as you know is 1/2 way across the store and finally I could not here her. I.kid.you.not. Perhaps next time she'll just want to get on the PA system so the entire store could hear her. If that's the case, I'll be the one running from the store, hands over my ears, screaming!