A few weeks ago, we joined Costco.
Frankly I did it more out of curiosity than any desire to shop, but one Saturday morning we all popped off to check it out.
Now I don’t know what hell is like, but I imagine it’s its similar to what I encountered and experienced.
To be fair the staff were fantastic, helpful … kind … full of personality … but the customers!!!
Actually calling them customers is wrong.
Angry animals would be a much better description.
Sharp elbows … sharp tongues and endless dickhead moves and behaviours.
It was like a cross between a rugby match against sworn enemies and the opening of the January sales.
Utter mayhem.
And while I get the attraction for big families or small businesses … for everyone else it’s kind-of like gluttony disguised as ‘value’.
Yes, the prices are cheaper than in the everyday supermarket, but is anyone ever going to consume a 9-litre bottle of vinegar?
Of course, once you’re there, there’s no way out …
Before you know it, you’re trapped in a world of superlative sizes.
Purchasing massive packets of Reece’s Pieces and Coffee Mate … an orgy of excess that reveals human evolution is based more on environment than time.