Shopping and Dropping--CostCo
What is it...about the caffeine and meatball-fuelled one-two shopping combination of Ikea then Costco that makes it even more exhausting than flying to Europe? I mean, Ikea is not so bad if you actually know what you are buying before you walk in and know the downstairs shortcuts to get you out of the store in five minutes. But even then the process of the registers is exhausting.
In Costco the shopping experience is mostly punctuated by truly bad driving, bad in the parking lot and even worse in the store where people try to take your fingers off with their goddamned shopping carts. But the DROP happens almost when you are out of the store! It's worse than the top-drop I used to get at the club!
I find that the Costco Drop hits me right when we get to the registers with the hundreds of dollars of bulk food in your mega-cart, having threaded the needle through aggressive Brooklynites who use their carts to cut you off like they're driving SUV's....and you just ppfffffft run out of gas. At that point the hard part is getting ll your crap into the trunk of you car (I bring some giant canvas shopping bags) and humping all of it across the street, into your apartment and then into the proper cabinets and cramped fridge space. And now I'm just bloody exhausted...
But I write real purdy don't I?
The Owl
In Costco the shopping experience is mostly punctuated by truly bad driving, bad in the parking lot and even worse in the store where people try to take your fingers off with their goddamned shopping carts. But the DROP happens almost when you are out of the store! It's worse than the top-drop I used to get at the club!
I find that the Costco Drop hits me right when we get to the registers with the hundreds of dollars of bulk food in your mega-cart, having threaded the needle through aggressive Brooklynites who use their carts to cut you off like they're driving SUV's....and you just ppfffffft run out of gas. At that point the hard part is getting ll your crap into the trunk of you car (I bring some giant canvas shopping bags) and humping all of it across the street, into your apartment and then into the proper cabinets and cramped fridge space. And now I'm just bloody exhausted...
But I write real purdy don't I?
The Owl