"Emergency! I am completely out of my Method hand soap and all-purpose cleaner. Where is the best place to grab some today?"
Then, her phone buzzed a third time. It was her youngest sister, Chloe, who lived in a small apartment downtown without a car.
Looking at her watch, Clara realized she needed to get out of the house anyway to clear her head. She decided to take Leo’s advice. Ten minutes later, she was walking through the bright aisles of Target.
Clara smiled. Leo was right; Target was always a safe bet for Method products. But before she could put on her shoes, a message popped up from her sister, Maya.
Her phone buzzed almost instantly. It was her brother Leo, the ultimate deal-hunter.
She grabbed her phone, opened a blank message to her group chat with her siblings, and typed out a quick SOS.
The hum of the espresso machine was the only sound in Clara’s kitchen as she stared at the empty, iconic teardrop-shaped bottle of Method gel hand wash. She had officially squeezed out the very last drop, and for Clara, this was a minor household emergency. She loved the Sea Minerals scent; it was the only thing that made washing her hands feel like a tiny trip to the spa.
Clara stared at the screen, amused by how differently her siblings shopped. She had a full spectrum of options. She could go to Target for the sheer variety, hit the local grocery store for convenience, or just tap a few buttons on her phone and wait for a delivery.