I’m not the Chief Costco Shopper of our family. My husband holds the title, and from my perspective, that makes me lucky.
When he announces at some point of most weekends that he’s heading to Costco, my neck loosens and I breathe in deeply with a prolonged blink at the thought of me not having to combat the inevitable traffic, parking lot mayhem and aisle congestion. And then, an hour later, when he gets home and we unload the bounty, I’m positively jazzed. Like Santa on a Saturday.
I’m well aware that you may be one who loves Costco; it seems that many do. And to be fair, my husband doesn’t love Costco; he's simply made a choice to make it bearable by (from what I can tell) taking it on with an athlete's determination. He finds moments to compete and goes for the win.
For the Costco champs among us, you know that there’s a way to do Costco on the weekend; every move matters… from the highway exit descent into Costco’s entrance, to the check-out line jockeying, to the parking lot evacuat…
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