Costco

When...exactly...did I super-size my life? Rita and I go to Costco at LEAST twice a month. At last count there was TWO of us in this house – WHY do we need 37 rolls of paper towels?? One trip to Costco and we have enough toothpaste for Obama’s first term. Honestly, I have a hard time reconciling certain aspects of my life…I spend Monday through Friday reducing, reusing and recycling. On SATURDAY I buy a book of stamps wrapped in 3 lbs of cardboard.

During our trips to Costco, Rita’s primary objective is market research [read: wine shopping], while I gravitate to the free samples. [The fact that they sell Diet Cokes by the pallet doesn’t hurt either.] The free samples are where it is AT, though. I don’t even like corned beef (served community style, no less), but I will throw an elbow to keep a little old lady from beating me to it. There’s nothing worse, however, than trampling poor shoppers  working your way to the front of the line only to find a free sample of fruit. Rita has learned to take over grocery-cart duty once we spy free samples, since I will think NOTHING of abandoning our purse-laden cart for a Totina pizza roll (pizza products = the jackpot of samples).

Maybe if they gave food samples at the landscaping store, Rita could get me to go there more often (...but I bet it would be fruit).