absolutely hate, Costco. I am a conflicted man, unable to tell if the love or the hate is stronger. Right now, I think the hate is stronger. When today's experience wears off, the love will probably begin to outweigh the hate. Maybe.Today, Wife and I ventured out to Brooklyn to do some shopping. What an absolutely exhausting experience. I'm not sure if it is the fact that it is Costco, or that it is in New York, or that people want bargains in this economy - whatever it is, that place is absolutely packed. We were seriously unable to move our cart around the store (Wife stayed in a central location while I brought the various items on the list to her). I refused to get samples, since the line for some of the samples was well over fifty people long (for a silly bite of food). The line to check out took nearly an hour (and we were thrilled it was that short). Most of our afternoon consisted of being shoved by customers and trying to avoid being run over by carts. While I'm usually pretty mellow, just ignoring the people around me as best I can, Wife has no problem turning to the inconsiderate people around her and giving them a piece of her mind. She's going to get me punched.
Among the items we purchased was a humongous package of toilet paper. There is nothing like walking home through Times Square carrying a hundred rolls of toilet paper. It's actually great because we usually get harassed by "vendors" trying to take advantage of tourists. We were able to get home completely unmolested as I carried the huge pack of TP and laundry detergent. So, the lesson, is that when visiting New York, you may want to carry a huge package of toilet paper around with you.
We also bought Wife a full body pillow, so now that she is in bed cuddling the pillow, she suddenly thinks it was a pretty good day at Costco.
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