I’m still recovering from my first trip to Costco. I needed a couple of Ibuprofen after carrying the crate of Ibuprofen to my truck, which, by the way, I needed to get my entire shipment home. However, that’s not what I’m recovering from. I just can’t get over the sensational impact of the size-itudinality and quanti-bogacity of that experience.
What if I had bumped into Pope Francis there shopping for the poor, pushing his own cart and not being hauled around in the decommissioned pope mobile? Damn right, I’d have given him a piece of my mind. “Che, pibe!” I’d have yelled at the Pontifical Porteño. “Go back and get that pope mobile, and load that sucker up!” But, who am I to judge?
Economy of scale. We’ve been practicing at Costco for years. We love it. However, being in Pennsylvania, we miss out on Costco’s beer and wine selection and convenience.
Welcome to the club!
Don – I thought Nick Perry decentralized beer, wine, and ping pong ball sales in PA? Guess not.
BTW, thanks, I’ll try to be a good club member.