I'll tell you one thing darling that I'm not the person meant to go to Costco or shop there or even be there for a minute because there are no words in the dictionary that can lay enough emphasis on the fact that I loathe it, hate, it, detest that damn place.
I love going to markets, supermarkets, sidekicks stores, superstores, small artisanal stores, speciality stores and literally every grocery shopping place or any sort of store because of the allure of beautiful dainty aisles with myriad sauces and jars and bottles that glint at me, beckon me to stare at them, stare at them in wonderment and just behold their beauty. Ditto for hardware stores and electronic stores that have utensils, appliances, gadgets and all the nifty little darling things which have the ability to transfix you and run over your imagination with visuals of all the places in your house you'd like to attach the things you are gawking at, but in Costco, ugh in Costco almost nothing feels like it needs any attention, that it needs to be looked at with any profundity.
I'd like to first discuss the people who actually shop in and from Costco. What kind of people are these who need to buy 2-kilo cheesecake and a big basket full of 40 croissants and a bag with 34 pieces of buns and a box with 2, 1-litre bottles of hot sauce.
Who are these people that are buying a 1-kilo bag of chips, nachos even popcorn? Can you imagine how much popcorn a 1kg bag can hold?
Everything is in copious quantities.
You want kimchi? here take a 2-kilo jar of the fermented cabbage.
You want dishwashing liquid? how about 2-litre bottles that come in a carton of 3, and no! you cannot buy a single small bottle or jar of anything.
Jam? well here is a 500gms bottle that comes in a pack of 4.
Cheese? here's a 1/2 kilo brick of it.
2 avocados? no can do. Here, take a pack of 8.
There is zero sophistication to anything and it's not meant to be refined in any way and that extends to the people who shop there as well because there's something about entering the store which requires every person to leave their manners at the entrance.
If people aren't running around pushing their oversized trolleys in the middle of everyone else's path then maybe they're trying to run over everyone's foot.
It's some sort of a frenzy out there like everyone has to get everything before others lest all the meat and vegetables disappear.
People are in a weird readiness to dart off in every single direction and I don't even want to imagine what a weekend looks like in there.
My spanking new shoes were run over twice by unapologetic assholes who for some reason thought it necessary to hurtle past me in an odd bid to reach the frozen food section. It's like whatever happened to walking calmly?
The trolleys are so gigantic, and of course, they have to be, how else would they hold the supersized packets of every single item otherwise. and people often leave their trolleys in the middle of a path to go look at things someplace else because one can't just keep pushing a humongous trolley, laden with a 2-kilo packet of frozen chicken nuggets, balanced precariously over a 5-litre carton of instant udon noodles.
And people wonder why obesity is on the rise?
Moving alone can be such difficulty because of the trolleys that are stranded with their pushers MIA, probably contemplating buying a 3-kilo white sheet cake.
People lodge their trolleys at odd angles, in front of the aisles and how on earth is one supposed to pick up what they want?
Barbarians I tell you.. Just the worst pedigree of people or maybe they turn into these ill-mannered idiots because they've no other way of getting their way.
Yes, there are some nice things, like the 12 pack banana I bought which is sweet and flavourful and the box of cherry tomatoes and there might be other things as well since my friend swears by their meats, which again one can't simply buy one or two servings of. It's a whole lot, or nothing and I wonder for her and her husband what's the need to buy a kilo of salmon, 6 pieces of steak, 1 kilo of minced meat, 1 rotisserie chicken?
I'm not judging, simply ranting.
I shall never be a Costco convert.
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