I am not thinking too clearly.  I was thinking about something though.  Oh, yea.  Costco.

We have one of those just three blocks away in this big mall that was put in maybe 10 years ago.  Who knows?  Somewhere in there.

I had never been in a place like that till I went into the Costco.  Santa Barbara doesn’t have a Target or a Wal-Mart.  We do have a K-Mart right across the street from the Costco, but I swear I couldn’t find anything in there—the K-Mart, I mean—and I thought the goods a little shoddy, except for underwear.  That’s where I buy all my underwear.  Come to think of it, but I am due for underwear run considering the current state of my underwear, about which I will not go into detail here.

So Costco when I first went in there was sort of a revelation.  A consumer paradise in a warehouse.  Clearly Costco aims for a slightly more upscale consumer—middle to upper middle class.  It wouldn’t be a consumer paradise for your rich person.

I go there once a week to stock up on food mostly, produce, green stuff, lettuce, tomatoes, avocadoes, apples, bananas, and occasionally a big bag of lemons (because they only have big bags of everything), and maybe a big bag of purple onions, and recently I bought fifty pounds of kitty litter.

I am not a consumer though.  I am a shopper.  I go in there with a list.  I know what I want, I know where it is (unless they have moved it since my last visit), and my purpose is to get in and get out.  So I hate going in the place.  Here I am making a beeline for what I want and I keep bumping into consumers, who are just idling along as if they were taking a walk in the park, and leaving their carts unattended right out in the middle of the isle, or just cutting you off.  These guys don’t know the rules of the road.  And the Costco people seem to want to encourage this behavior because they are handing out samples of this or that at every corner further increasing the possibility for traffic jams.

I am impressed though by all the junk. They seem to have a little bit of everything, including furniture, and out front they sell cars!  Of course the variety is not great.  But the prices for the little bit of everything that they have is usually pretty low.  Hell, they even sell coffins.  And while I don’t know much about coffins, I must say they look pretty good, functional anyway—not that coffins have to do much of anything; as far as I can tell there have been few technological advances in coffins—and the price seems pretty low to me.

Ok.  Now I know why I was thinking about Costo.  I was doing my morning business and from where I was sitting I was able to see this safe Carol and I bought at Costco.  Carol was concerned the cat would get in the safe and somehow suffocate herself.  I don’t get it because the only way the cat could do that would be to go in and reach out her little paw and pull the safe door shut.  A) I don’t think she is physically capable of doing that and B) I won’t know why she would want to.


The sunset off Ellwood yesterday was down right blazing. 



3 Replies to “Costco?”

  1. We are a COSTCO family…your nephew is now a COSTCO manager. Stephen loves COSTCO and goes shopping there on his days off. God bless COSTCO.Say alleluia!
    And the stock price is up. I never bought any but Stephen did in his Roth IRA.Smart boy.

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