7/14/08

Costco!

After spending about nine and a half years in the U.S of A, I finally caved and got myself a Costco membership. I have got to tell you, going there the first time was a really unusual experience. The store is basically a huge warehouse with people milling around pushing super-sized carts. Nothing is labeled. All the goods are kept in the original cases and boxes they arrived in. You pretty much have to know your way around the place. And as if that isn't exciting enough, a flash crowd can erupt in any isle at any time, depending on what food samples they bring out.

You somehow keep your calm through this melee and proceed to pick up your six gallons of moisturizing lotion, thirty pieces of breakfast strudels and ten tubes of tooth paste. Then you hit a long line at the counter, which is backing up into one of the bustling isles. By the time you are done paying, all this wandering around has made you hungry. So you stand in another line to pick up a slice of pizza and a strawberry sundae.

Then as you are walking out in relief, you see some idiot carrying a wad of coupons to Costco. Let me repeat that. As you are walking out in relief, you see some idiot carrying a wad of coupons to Costco. That just puts an icing on the shitty day you have had so far. I know now why all my friends wanted me to become a Costco member all along. They wanted me to be as miserable as they are, on weekends. All the money you save there, comes at a cost after all. That little clot in your brain, perhaps grows a little bigger every time you go there.

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