I took a field trip to Costco on Sunday. I don’t go there that often but every once in a while I realize that I can save $3.00 on contact lense solution and buy 74 rolls of the toilet paper for $10.00 just by driving to a town 20 minutes away.
So I knew I needed to get out of the house on Sunday and I went with the goal of buying an oversized bag of glazed teriyaki chicken breasts so I can start this eating healthy gig. Yet, Costco, the place where I used to get the aforementioned chicken breasts, no longer had them. However, there was quite an assortment of other types of chicken if you like popcorn chicken or tequila lime chicken. I walked down the aisles of frozen foods and proceeded to pick up more stuff than I needed.
Already in my cart (which, by the way, are proportional to the oversized good Csotco sells) was contact lense solution, a box of 54 rice krispie treats and a very large box of Bisquick which comes in handy when I wanna make pancakes. Or bisquits. So I’m strolling through the frozen foods aisles and I see some chicken chimichangas with jack cheese and I think that might be a wise purchase for those nights when I just don’t feel like cooking. In the cart they went. Then I got to the potato and appetizer aisle and, surrounded by people stocking up for their Super Bowl party, I found myself filling my cart with frozen snack foods that couldn’t possibly be good for anyone.
I finally looked in my cart and realized that I needed to hit the check out before I find myself buying an iPod just because it is $70 cheaper at Costco.
I waited in line behind the people buying groceries for what could only be a family of 12 and I finally got to the front of the line and put my purchases on the belt. I handed the gal, who, for the record, was my size but maybe a few years older (and apparently that made her wiser) my Costco card and she began scanning.
And scrutinizing.
“Chimichangas?!” She said in disbelief to the very large young man boxing my groceries in a tide detergent shipper. “These are heart attacks waiting to happen!”
Why thank you.
And then came the onion rings.
“Look at this! And onion rings. Wow. That’s gonna be quite a meal.”
The large man who was boxing my frozen goods just laughed. I don’t think he was in any place to talk. He looked like someone who would’ve wanted to come to a party that served chicken chimichangas and onion rings. And God bless him for it.
I couldn’t believe it. Instead of piping up, I just scrowled. I was dumbfounded. How did she know I wasn’t getting a few things for a Super Bowl party? She certainly had no problem taking my check to pay for the items that equated to a heart attack in her mind.
She is so lucky that Costco is the only place where I can buy 96 ounces of laundry detergent for the price of 48.
