Forget Costco. Unless you have eleven kids, or are a dropout from The Biggest Loser, there’s no way you can eat this much food before it goes bad. We know this, and yet we keep going back.
During our last visit, we brought home enough food to keep us fed through Armaggedon, the Nuclear Winter, and the Second Coming of Christ. That is, if the electricity stays on (it will, right?). I had to buy a freezer the size of a casket to keep it all.
And the paper-product packages are so big (how big are they, you say) that I had to build an addition on my house to store the massive stockpiles of paper towel, toilet paper, Kleenex, and paper plates. If there’s a fire in there, the whole neighborhood’s going down.
Even the few products that seem like no-brainers are stupid. Last weekend I bought a few cases of beer for a couple bucks less than Bevmo, but it was skunky. Now I’m stuck drinking nasty beer for a few weeks until it’s all gone.
And what’s up with the Membership Fee? I have to pay for the privilege of shopping there, just to wade through State Fair density crowds while pushing a shopping cart the size of the Queen Mary?
I think I’ll go to Basha’s. I might pay a little more, but at least I won’t get a hernia from pushing the cart.
P.S. If I suddenly go missing, you’ll know that the Costco corporate hitmen came to take me out. Please check on me once in a while.
Now you are beginning to sound like Harry. It is like
pulling teeth to get him to go to Costco. Now we have
a BJ’S with a free try out for a couple months. Guess
I will have to go alone.