I actually wrote this post last Wednesday right before the holiday weekend so imagine Costco then. In my rush to get the heck out of town and beat Chi-town traffic, I completely forgot to push "publish". So me.
Today, I'm thankful I didn't so I can do it now and head to the city for a "Day Date" (better not have anything to do with a pizza trailer ;-) ). I love getting asked out but who doesn't? Plus, there's a possibility some shopping on Michigan Avenue will be included (need a dress and heels for a L.A. wedding). Double bonus points, in my book!
********************************************Am I the only one who thinks going to Costco is completely insane?
My “He” loves it. Loves going. Loves buying tons of stuff we don’t have room to store. Loves it, period.
Me…. No, I don’t, at all. I avoid going there at just about any cost.
So when I saw a note on the counter this morning saying he didn’t have time to go to his “beloved” Costco (okay, I added the sassy beloved part) last night since he was golfing, "Could you please go?" I had virtually no choice because he knows I'll do anything if asked nicely. CRINGE.
I have a multitude of reasons why I don’t care for the place but let’s begin at the beginning. The parking lot. Pure and utter CRAZINESS! If that place isn’t an accident waiting to happen, I really don’t know what to say.
Is it only my Costco, or is everyone’s like that? Not one single person/car is considerate of their fellow drivers. Parking is cut throat and nasty. Talk about getting cut off just for a spot 10 feet closer to the door. Come on!
Pedestrians…Just run them over.
My strategy, pull in, beach the car in the back and walk. I have no intention of playing the parking game. I do just fine finding my own accidents in other places.
Once inside, everyone forgets spatial awareness, personally and with regard to his or her cart. Do I need to explain this? You must know what I mean. Be considerate. Don’t block the aisles. Don’t clip at my heels (I'm a speedy shopper, btw) and don’t run down people so you can get to check out first.
I truly believe Costco brings out the nasty in some (most?) people. Ugggghhhh!
However, there is always a bright and sunny side.
They were heavy suckers and awkward. And when I got all the way to my car in the very back of the lot, two guys, about my age and dressed nicely for work, asked me if I’d like help putting them in my car. How gentlemanly. I was duly impressed and said, "That's so nice but I've got it. Thanks for the offer."
Why? Because I was embarrassed that my car was such a pit and would require a whole lot of rearranging just to fit any of my Costco purchases into it. Took me ten minutes.
The true and typical state of my car is a topic for another day but doesn’t every one kinda, sorta live out of their car? I could play “Let’s Make A Deal” with all the stuff in it. However, please don’t touch anything or remove a single thing. Things are in there for a reason (potentially) and I never know when I’ll need them.
I will agree to and negotiate for almost any other household errands but pretty please don’t give me a Costco list in the near future. See, I asked nicely!
P.S. It always bums me out because I spend about $150 more than I ever intend for things NOT on anyone's list. Costco gives me a case of the guilts.