Showing posts with label costco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label costco. Show all posts

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Hello Costco

Dear Costco:
I was just wondering why you charge me $45.00 to shop in your warehouse as opposed to showroom and are only open from 10:00 a.m  – 8:30 p.m. instead of 6:00 a.m. -12:00 a.m. like my grocery store and then drive that sweeper thing up and down every isle I’m shopping on and then get frustrated when I move to where the sweeper man points when he’s really pointing to where he’s going to go.  If I wanted an experience like this, I would cross the freeway at night wearing black and carrying a 40 pack of Capri Suns. 
Maybe you could sweep while the store is closed.  Just a thought.
Regards,

Me

Dear Me:
Why in the heck do you shop at Costco?  Those little samples are making you fat even if you are walking a mile to the store because there are no closer parking spots and pushing around that flatbed shopping cart with 220 lbs. of rock salt and 3 children on top.  Is gallon sized olive oil, Jack’s Special Salsa, uncooked flour tortillas, 5 lb. bags of broccoli that end up molding in your fridge really worth it?
And what about that lady that comes and scans your card each time you’re in line to make sure you’re on their ultimate, super-duper, uber, Costco mega-plan where you get cash back for paying $45.00 a year plus more $$ that you can’t remember the amount of because the kids were jumping off the rock salt and begging for pizza and churros (who are those people that always eat lunch at Costco anyway?) and the cashier was asking for your Costco card and if you want boxes----anyway, don’t you find her annoying?  I mean every single time.      
But then there was that couch you bought there and ended up hating that you took back a week later out of the box and they gave you a full refund, no questions asked. And then there are all those great deals at the photo center that you are always blowing your money on.   And then there was that time that your kids were hungry and you needed dinner and you went to Costco and ate all the samples and didn’t buy anything
So who am I to ask why you shop at Costco?  But next time you go will you pick me up a big bag of peanut MnMs?
Sincerely,

Me