Freaking Out.

Yesterday I was out and about, running a few errands, and I ended up being completely freaked out, and the feeling hasn't worn off yet.
I'm a rather lackadaisical shopper. I like to just wander around stores, any kind of store, really, checking things out, seeing what's what, and taking my sweet time. It drives other people crazy; they always want to get in and get out. So I prefer to shop on my own, so I don't have to meet anyone else's timetable. Yesterday I'd started my day out at the drugstore near my house, where I picked up a prescription refill and a couple other things, and then I headed across the bridge to the Michael's at Jantzen Beach. The item I needed to finish a certain project was available there, and nowhere else. After picking it, and a few other things up, I left the craft store. I visited Ulta, Ross, and then I ventured into Target. This is where things got weird.
I'd been in Target for just over an hour, when I realized my phone had rung and I'd missed Brandon's call. I called him back and we chatted for a few minutes. He was at work; we decided that I'd stay there in Jantzen Beach until he was done, and we'd go home together. So I continued strolling around Target, pushing my big red cart, minding my own business. Suddenly, a voice on the intercom said "Target shopper Jonna, please meet your party at Guest Services." This was a surprise to me, as the only person who knew I was there was Brandon, and he was supposed to be working! My first thought was to call him, and ask him where he was. He was at work, and says he knows nothing about this. At the Guest Services desk, the clerk said the man who had asked him to page me had left, heading to Starbucks. But there was not anyone I knew anywhere in that store! After looking around the Starbucks, going back to Guest Services, and calling Brandon again, I was completely freaked out!
By this time it was around 5 p.m., and Brandon said he'd hopefully be done with work by 730, so I continued to wander the store for another hour, just to kill some time. But the fun of the shopping trip had vanished. I felt as if someone (everyone?) was watching me, following me around the store, and I became increasingly paranoid. Apparently not paranoid enough, though.
When I finally left Target, I crossed the parking lot to a small restaurant to wait for Brandon. After sitting down, I realized my wallet was gone! Luckily, I had my cards all in a card case, so I don't have to replace ID and bank cards. Unfortunately, what cash I had left was in the wallet, and is gone. I called Target to see if I'd lost it there (that's the last place I saw it), but nobody turned it in. So I spent the rest of the evening sitting in a mostly empty sandwich shop, waiting for Brandon, bored and annoyed and still freaked out. Bored, because my phone battery died, and I didn't have anything else to do-  I usually have something to read in my bag, but not today! Annoyed, because my phone was dead and while I had a portable charger, the cord didn't fit my phone! Freaked out, because I still do not know who paged me, or why, or where my wallet is!