Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dear Costco

Dear Costco,

I understand the reasoning behind rearranging all the goods in the warehouse every few days to confuse us like mice in a maze; you want us to buy things we didn't intend to buy. This might be a good strategy if it didn't just make me mad. Between your constant rearranging and changing of seasonal stock, I mostly get annoyed. It pretty much makes me want to run over people with my cart full of rice, diapers, soy and rice milk, and toilet paper. After all, a pregnant woman shopping with two small kids really doesn't need any more challenges. Really.

The day was challenging enough. First, there was the hour drive it takes to get to Costco. This was preceded by one meltdown and three last minute trips to the potty. Then there were the multiple debates from the back seat over which CD we would listen to and who was smelling up the car. Followed immediately by a three-year old figuring out how to undo her seatbelt (but not how to latch it again). Then there was the herculean logistical effort involved in getting through the store a) without forgetting something and having to go from one end to the other and back twice, b) keeping my spouse moving past the electronics section, and c) making sure things in the cart didn't turn into a mobile cage fight (thanks, FMBMC for the phrase). And despite the fact your newest rearrangement made things a lot harder than they needed to be, this was a record trip to Costco (I didn't even run over anyone). But getting through the store is always only 2/3 of the challenge. Next was the ride home. And today, it was the ride home that did me in. Ten minutes out, vomit. Tons of it, and miles from the nearest exit. Fortunately, the gas station had both hot water and a recently refilled soap dispenser. And fortunately, I had packed extra pants. Still, it made for a long nerve-wracking ride home.

So, please, I beg you, Costco, quit playing games. Don't make life any harder than it needs to be. I'm sure enough of us spend more money than we intended to anyway.


Mom on the Edge

1 comment:

FMBMC said...

You're welcome! I swear at one point Chiquita Rita (my nickname for the younger one) had one arm on each side of her corner of the cart and with the look on her face all I could think was, "Oh God, I hope she doesn't jump off the ropes!"