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Thursday, July 5, 2007

Why I Hate Costco: The Essay

You probably want to know why would I even post such a thing? Yes, I have slowly developed a love/hate relationship with Costco. In the following words, I will give you my reason, so before you say anything else: Shut up and read.

I went to Costco today with one thing on a little piece of paper that I wanted to buy. Peanuts. The fridge in my apartment is so small that I can only fit water, coke, and beer in it, so I needed to bulk up my supply of room temperature goodies. And, yes peanuts are one of my favorite room temperature goodies.

So, there I am in Costco. Busy as hell, which is never a surprise. I start walking around and see if they have any good samples, only to realize that it's impossible to ever get any since there's always huge groups of Mexicans and Asians hoarding all the food. I'm not knocking on them, but simply saying that they are notorious for taking two to three apple pie samples when you're only supposed to take one. Share the love.

After failing to get any samples, I started to look for peanuts. I went up and down the aisles not once, but twice and was getting frustrated. I knew they had peanuts and I looked all over the place. In my travels, it did make me feel better than I was not the only one getting frustrated. There was this old couple arguing what aisle the damn tomato paste was in. The guy was saying "this way" and the woman was saying "that way". Of course, the couple went "that way", only to see them later examining the tomato paste in the "this way" aisle. I then realized, what the hell am I doing? I'm becoming that old couple and I'm only 22, so I decided to check out with my box of macroni and cheese that I picked up along the way.

I get to the front of the store and look to my left. Of course, there's the fucking peanuts. I was actually pissed I found them, but picked up a bag anyway. That is why I hate Costco. It feels like everytime you go, they always move shit around and you only find it if you are lucky. This problem will never be solved since Costco doesn't have homes (permanent residences) for their items. The next time I go to Costco, the peanuts might be in the frozen food section. It's anyone's guess, really.

So, what's the moral of this story? I have no fucking clue, I just wanted to write a blog entry about peanuts. In conclusion, there's only one thing left to do. I'm going to open up that bag and eat me some peanuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

1 comment:

david santos said...

Very good posting.
Thank you - Have a good weekend!!!