Having a Costco membership is special. I mean, it's not hard to get one if you're willing to pay for the privilege, so it's not completely exclusive or anything, it's just … well, the membership is incidental, really. It's simply the Golden Ticket you need to reach the wonder of Costco. And there, my friends, there waits a world of magical experiences.
They never stand a chance. You are willing to try everything because it costs nothing.
You have to feel sorry for the people manning the sample tables. We attack like a school of sharks.
So many people, so many overloaded carts, so many huge vats of things.
They're just everywhere – with every right to be there, of course, but that does not matter because this is your Costco.
It's just … it's just that there's so much of Costco to get through. There simply is not time to navigate certain situations that impede your progress. One time I ran into a barricade of high chairs lined up in the aisle.
So many snacks in such ginormous quantities, it's like munchies heaven.
Don't get me wrong, it's practical to buy huge packs of toilet paper, laundry detergent, and things like that, but that industrial-sized bag of Pizza Rolls is just next level. …actually, is that a real thing?
They are very aggressive. Like, very aggressive. That's annoying … until you happen to need whatever they're offering.
And the triumph when you clock in at less than half an hour!
Especially when it happens more than once. Because, again, this is your Costco.
There's nothing like it. All that liquor. Such huge quantities.
I can't even think about it without getting the tingles, tbh.
It's worse if you write it down, though. Keeping up with paper in Costco is difficult.
You know. The couple who's more than happy to, ahem, try out the chairs or futons or mattresses.
It's always so much. So much money.
Costco turns all of us into preppers.
And don't even get me started on trying Costco food for the first time. What's your favorite big-big-big box store experience?
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