On Friday

. . . while the rest of you were reading [sic] this blog   . . . I was off to Costco to purchase some necessities.
I might purchase them elsewhere, but they aren't available in the quantities we'd like anywhere else I can be dragged kicking and screaming stomach for longer than about five minutes.

Before I moved south to Northern California   . . . you know, when I lived in the North State   . . . I thought the customers at Costco in Redding were ill-mannered, impolite, discourteous, and uncivil rude.
Now I realize most of them were probably just visiting from down here.
They behave like that because they were disappointed that the Redding store is only half the sized of the Elk Grove store and it doesn't sell gasoline.

I discovered long ago that the best times to shop at Costco are the first thing in the morning, just as it opens [when the lizards are all still under their rocks], or in the last hour before it closes.
Another good time is when schools are letting out and all the moms are jockeying for the best spot in the pick-up/drop-off, but you don't want to miss-time it or you'll end up in a store full of curtain climbers.
You definitely want to miss the first couple of days after the new shopper bulletin goes into effect.

Sometimes I get stupid and actually browse the store.
That's when I act like the customers who really irritate me because I'm in their way.

What's funny (ironic, not ha-ha) is that now I live a lot closer to Costco and shop there less often.
What I really want to find is a good bagel shop nearby.

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