I love Costco. I really do. But I don’t like the people who shop there. Or I don’t like how they act. Not me, of course!
It’s the free samples. People FREAK OUT over free samples. Watch them. They’re like hawks circling, watching. They wait for the next round of processed deliciousness to be set out on little paper cups.And how does that plastic thing “guard” anything anyway? You just reach around it. It’s not really even a sneeze guard.
sidebar–I very rarly eat pre-packaged foods these days. I can’t even tell you the last time I had a “frozen dinner.” I haven’t had pre-flavored/sweetened yogurt in years. I’ve eliminated fake sugars, except for Coke Zero. When I left Costco, I could literally FEEL the sodium on my tongue. It was like I had swallowed a tablespoon of salt. It was disgusting. I will say the chocolate was pretty darn good, though. Totally ruined my WW for the weekend. Like, totally. I was doing so well until last night and until today. Argh. I wish I could find the self-control. Anyway, that’s another sidebar within a sidebar. The sodium and processedness of it all was crazy.
But I love samples, too. People are like hawks. They circle and swarm. You can tell where new samples were just put out because there are more hawks in that area. Someone just run out? Well, the hawks search for something new.
It’s like the lions in Africa. They fight over thier place next to the zebra. Moms tell one son to grab one for the younger brother. And grab one for me too, while you’re at it.
They push and shove with those big carts. They’ll knock you down.
Children cry.
It’s a crazy place.
Go at your own risk.
