Inconsiderate

I took Kinley with me to Target yesterday, it really is one of our favorite places.  We had a short list of things we needed, but as usual, I saw a giant clearance sign and stopped to check it out.  I was just looking at some adorable little sweaters for Kinley when I hear the sounds of some kid barfing.  Apparently I am not one of those moms that can handle the sight, sound, or smell of vomit, especially when it is not my kid.  Obviously this meant that I had to cut my clearance shopping off abruptly and get back to my actual list.  We took a detour through the toys on our way to pick up some diapers.  Kinley was trying to select a toy that I could bribe her with during our next attempt at potty training.  When we finally made it to the diapers, I see two Target employees cleaning up more vomit.  So now I am wondering, what are the odds that two different people puked in this store, keeping in mind that I have seen very few other shoppers.  I have come to the conclusion that the mom of the first puker must have continued shopping until her child barfed again.  Who does that?  Honestly?  If it were my child that puked in the store, I would have abandoned my cart and fled to the door faster than a human being should be able to move.  I most definitely would not have lingered in the store long enough for my child to let loose again.  Really, Target has great stuff, but was there really something in the store you needed so badly that you let your child puke twice in there?  Doubtful.