Costco may not be at the lowest level of hell, but it's on its way.I went there yesterday afternoon for a few things. If you'd like to spend some time surrounded by oblivious morons who think you're invisible, then this is the place to go. There's the stopping of the giant carts in the middle of nowhere, so you either ram into their drivers or back up, rolling over your own feet. There's the family with a zillion kids running up and down the aisles who stop in front of the book/DVD counter and take up a position like they're defending the Palisades. There's the person who just turns, either herself or her whole cart, and has no idea that you -- or anyone else -- is right next to her or behind her. Does she really think she's the only freaking person in that huge freaking store?
But this was my favorite; it's not just a Costco thing, I just happened to notice it here. There was a guy in front of me on line with one of those flatbed carts on which he had cases of water bottles, juice bottles, and candy, all different kinds of candy. He looked and dressed like an ordinary person: shorts, t-shirt proclaiming some local company or other. And on his belt, he had clipped
a beeper
a cellphone
a walkie-talkie, dymo-tape labeled
some other device, looked like a power pack
Now I ask, who is this guy buying all that candy, water, and juice, the Secretary of Defense? Because apparantly, there can't be a minute of his life that he cannot be reached, by anyone and everyone. Oh, come on.
I took a really nice long walk in the park this morning, the longest so far of the summer, so I'm very happy with that. Tomorrow is supposed to be even nicer than today, so I'll do that again when I get up, barring unforseen circumstances, and then later on the Sibs and are going for the local cheap pedis. So a nice day is shaping up.
