I love Target
I absolutely love Target department stores. We only got our first Target within a reasonable driving radius about a year and a half ago or so, and have made it a regular stop during our shopping travels since then.
It's a really easy place to shop: The prices are reasonable, for the most part, the store is well clean and well lit, the house brand products are reasonably well made, and they have a good selection of stylish men's clothes in larger sizes that I can actually fit, without having to resort to schlubwear like t-shirts and sweatpants. They even sell shoes I like, which is a rarity.
Bonnie and I were in there over the weekend shopping for necessities like new bedding supplies, and I had occasion to check out the clearance racks in the men's section. There, on the deep discount rack, I found winter jackets -- black, made from nylon, with a faux-fur lined hood that has a look and feel that's almost identical to my cat Max (so much so that when I brought it home and showed it to him, he sniffed it then glared at me as if to ask, "Is that someone I know?").
They also had them in green, but that was a little too Ice Station Zebra for my tastes.
The price? Normally $60, they'd been discounted to an astonishing $13.74.
Then in snowed today, so I had occasion to wear it.
I stayed furry, dry and warm.