Target-Basket Hand-Smash.

Everyone is coming over for Thanksgiving tomorrow, so for the past two weeks I have been finishing my room. Today I went to Target and carefully chose a wall-shelf to hang, and I laid it across the top of my basket. I was desperately searching for a Shabby Chic table cloth (that does not exist) to match my adorable Shabby Chic bedding and curtain, when a lady walked by and smashed my hand between my shelf and her basket. Instead of STOPPING and releasing my hand from the smashing, she continued forward, with a puzzled look, as if something must be hindering her from moving ahead. Yeah, that would be the tiny bones in my fragile hand that are now crushed into 70 different peices beneath my throbbing swollen, skin, THANKS.

I have included an illustration...