Something was going down in the Target today. I walked right into the middle of a stand-off between the plus-sized mannequins and the stick-thing mannequins. Nobody was moving, but you could feel the tension all over the entire store. I was waiting for the two sides to start snapping their fingers as they did a choreographed dance around each other. My money was on the plus-sized mannequins. They looked more than capable of holding their own against the undersized and overmatched skinnier mannequins across the aisle.
