Costco Madness

This weekend we went to Costco -- when it opened, on a Sunday morning. We have officially lost our damn minds. I had been there recently scoping out baby items, but Jac hadn't been in years. We flooded into the store with the teeming hordes of Northern Virginians intent finding big box bargains. I was conscious of my desire to lag a bit rather than go with the frenzied flow in the store. If you just stay in the current you'll sweep around the whole floor in 10 minutes having made no strategic acquisitions. We were looking for a few specific things. Jac, of course, was drawn to the media department where he looked over the new releases and remainders while I pondered sheet sets.

As we left I spied this guy, three kids in tow, running with cart to his SUV. His children all but abandoned, they struggled to keep up with him as he flew across the parking lot (and traffic) without them. I'm pretty sure he was trying to set some kind of land speed record. Perhaps this was a misguided "let's race to the car" challenge. I don't know why Costco has to be such a horrifically bad experience, but I do know why I've been there maybe twice in four years.