Monday, July 2, 2007

Aging at Costco

After shopping at Costco, I often feel like I've lost precious moments from my life that I'll never get back, but sometimes it has to be done. This weekend, for instance, I was being visited by four cousins from the south, two of whom are teenage boys. Since they never stop eating, I realized that Costco was probably the only place I could afford to get them enough food to last them through two days in the country.

I was excited that the place wasn't very crowded, made my purchases quickly and headed to the border crossing to have my papers checked. The eighteen-year-old girl at the door looked at my receipt, and then looked up noticing the necklace I was wearing. It was a black-and-white vintage photo of a woman from the 1940's sitting in a grassy field kicking up one of her stockinged legs.

"Oh, that's so cute!" she squealed. "Is it someone you know?"

I smiled at her. "No, it's just a vintage photo I really like," I answered.

"Well, then, you should just tell people it's a picture of you when you were much younger."

I would've taken that little bitch down right then, but the floor in there's made of concrete. I didn't want to break a hip.


Anonymous said...

That foot-in-mouth disease can be a killer.

Kristabel said...

Yeah, it is...I come down with a case of that occasionally myself, so I guess I should give her a break.

By the way, Heraldo, you forgot to offer to buy my cotton candy.

Anonymous said...

Doesn't an experience like that just taint the entire buying experience. I'm sure those teenage boys are worth it, but man. It sure is hard to find good help these days.

Heraldo Riviera said...

By the way, Heraldo, you forgot to offer to buy my cotton candy.

Aw, shucks, Kristabel, I'm just bashful.

Anonymous said...

Costco.....the whole experience gives me the willies. And, I'm a fan of corporate goodness.
Went in there last week for the first time in about five or six years. Didn't like it then, don't like it now. That my friends, is some heavy consuming.