My wife is a saint. She ended up going to Cost-Co while I was still napping. She said it was the worst she's ever seen it. She even sent me a picture while in line. The caption was: "My own personal Hell."
To understand Cost-Co when it's busy, you really have to be there, but maybe the picture helps. And it's not even near noon and/or near Christmas?!!?!? It's like driving in the worst traffic with absolutely no rules, more noise and more smells, but actually people seem a bit more polite. Granted, it's still an amazing privilege to buy some cheap food in bulk and get their awesome samples. But it's an introvert's nightmare.
Well, this is short, but I'm tired and want to spend more time with my patron saint, my wife.
And yes, she does read these posts.
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