12/22/2006

Costco is the reason for the season

Last year I shared an experience at Costco during the Christmas Season. I'm posting it again this year. I hope this tale will become a tradition, in fact. Plus, the crap I just wrote isn't postworthy. So I did a quick cut-and-paste of some Christmas leftovers. So please enjoy it whether it's your first or second time around. Merry Christmas to you, all my darling readers.

Having returned from Costco, I’m happy to report the Christmas Spirit thrives. It hangs thick in the air and infects all who inhale it or imbibe it mixed with an equal portion of liquor. It resonates in the horn-beeps of armed motorists who for a lack of a clean shot stew behind sluggish, wayward motorists in the left lane. It shines in the eyes of the child who gave me the finger on my drive home. Merry Christmas, little fella. I hope Mom and Dad give you the news of divorce this year. And what might that be in your stocking? Are those admission papers to military school? You’re twice blessed, young man.

Retailers hustle all year earning little or no profit merely to survive until the holiday season, where they capture the Spirit along with windfall profits which will keep them afloat until the next year. Likewise, I live for the Christmas Season. It rekindles my heart. It redeems my soul. But most importantly, it moves me to shop at Costco.

My trip began with a gridlock formation in the Costco parking lot. It was the funniest thing. An old man was trying to prove his virility by backing into an empty parking space (the empty space itself was a Christmas Miracle). Had he pulled in, it would have taken a few seconds of everybody’s time. Opting to back in, he exceeded his diminishing driving abilities. It wasn’t long before he found himself in a Christmastime quandary. Through a series of over-corrections, he had wedged himself obliquely between two parked cars. His front end protruded enough to block traffic in both directions. The stationary thoroughfare locked in those Costco patrons trying to back out of their spaces. Several motorists blared their horns in celebration of the Christmas Spirit. Fearing gunplay might accompany the Christmas Horns Medley, I resisted the temptation to join them. I eventually found available parking in the adjacent zip code. The aforementioned driver was ambulanced to St. Joseph’s Medical Center after a road rage battery. Those of you wishing to send a fruitcake can email me for his room number.

I entered the store awash in Christmas Spirit. Several patrons loitered in the entryway while talking on cell phones, rifling through their wallets or attending to other personal matters. They afforded me the opportunity to test my driving skills by maneuvering my shopping cart around a constellation of bovine discount shoppers. Naturally I had to fish my membership card out of my wallet while negotiating the dicey entryway. I had to laugh when the Costco Nazi girl in the Santa hat failed to look at my card as I conspicuously displayed it. Oh, well. It was fun just fumbling for the thing.

As I shopped I encountered several more bovine discount shoppers who in a frenzy of Christmas Spirit cut me off, blocked my forward progress and screened me from whatever merchandise might have taken my interest. They congregated around the food samples and competed for morsels of smoked salmon, potato soup and cheese spread. I can only hope some red and green glass shards found their way into the samples. What are the holidays without the hors d'oeuvres? Merry Christmas.

I finally finished my shopping and proceeded to the checkout lines. I found a short line -- another Christmas Miracle! Well, it was short when I entered it. Fearing I’d be lonely this holiday season, a Marlboro-smoking hag barreled her way in front of me. How thoughtful. But for her, I’d have zipped out of Costco without the opportunity to bask in Christmas cheer. The Marlboro lady didn’t have a cart or any merchandise. Instead she beckoned a son (I assumed after seeing the cart-toting male behind me that a man mustered the courage to copulate with her long enough to reproduce) to insert himself and his wares between me and the cashier. The son initially showed reluctance. He gestured at me. But the Marlboro lady assured him I wasn’t worthy of consideration. After all, I had the nerve to enter the line before she got there. The Christmas Spirit prompted me to yield to the son. I suspected he had enough troubles. I moved along to the next line.

It moved surprisingly fast. Before I knew it I was loading my 9-pack of Duraflame Logs on the conveyor belt along with several food items. The cashier and the bagger both seemed friendly enough. The former uttered a hello before whispering to the latter. It didn’t take long for me to learn that the whispering was about my decision to load the case of logs on the conveyor. Said the bagger “Next time, sir, you can leave the case of logs in the cart. Now Cece has to lift it.” At once I offered to lift the case myself, but it fell on deaf ears. The Christmas Spirit had infected these two like a case of gonorrhea. They wouldn’t hear of it. Instead, they struggled with the case together and placed it back in the cart, all the while flashing me contemptuous looks. I noticed that Cece was wearing a wrist brace. One has to wonder why they’d put a cripple on a warehouse register. Many large and bulky items make there way through checkout. Perhaps a job scrubbing bathroom shitters would prove more befitting an employee in her condition. I made certain to suggest that very thing to the line manager on my way out. Anyway, I wondered whether long hours of cashiering wore her wrist. Perhaps her wrist gave way to the chronic stress of furnishing her boyfriend with hand jobs. But for a possible case carpal-tunnel syndrome, I’d have encouraged her to wipe her ass with her attitude. As a healthcare professional, I couldn’t encourage her to further aggravate her ailment. Conscience got the better of me.

I spent my money and it was time to leave. Costco members know you don’t just stroll out of the building. You have to prove you’re not a shoplifter by presenting your receipt to the Costco Doorman. Usually two lines form -- one for each doorman. Today's group of bovines didn’t understand the “form-a-line” concept. The one doorman was standing there with an idle Sharpie Marker. I saw my chance. I darted past the bovines. Just then the other one -- this one a lady, so what does that make her -- a doorperson? -- shouts “people, we have to form two lines. That’s it. Two lines!” Now I started feeling pangs of guilt. Being as smart as your average kindergartner and knowing how to form a line had put me at an advantage. Consequently I zipped past several patrons who’d arrived before me. I’d be damned if I were going to lie in the moral gutter with the Marlboro lady. So I stopped and gestured several bovines to take cuts. But they didn’t get the message. They just chewed hay and stared. That didn’t stop a lady behind me from thundering past and filling the gap with her big, fat Christmas Spirit. I surmised she had a “Save Tookie” rally to get to. I figured that was more important than my thawing chicken pot pie. I waited my turn. Again.

I eventually made it to the doorman who noticed the Heat Dish in my cart. He disapproved of my purchase. In fact, he questioned my sanity. “All these people are buying these things and it hasn’t even gotten cold yet. Crazy.” He didn’t appreciate the irony that even as he spoke, he was wearing a jacket, snowcap and gloves! I saw he was chock full of Christmas Spirit. So I told him that I hoped Santa would bring him that man-sized penis he’s been hoping for so he can donate the 3rd grader one he currently has to charity.

So ended my trip to Costco and so began my Christmas Season. I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am!

Merry Christmas.

21 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ohhhhhhhh man!!

I'm hoping for a man-sized penis myself this year!! ;)

Steve~

Anonymous said...

Well said and re-said LBB, may the joy of Costco be upon you.

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Miss Cellania said...

I've heard of Costco before, but after your story, I don't see why anyone would want to shop there.

BTW, I am also hoping for a man-sized penis this year...

mist1 said...

Were there two separate lines, one for boys and one for girls? That's how we did it in Kindergarten.

Anonymous said...

We celebrated Global Orgasm Day this morning. Upon reading this I said to Hubs, "I want to go to Costco today." He smiled and said "Ok."

I must remember the power of a morning shag because it really does tame menfolks!

Sadly enough, I don't really need to go to Costco, I was just messing with him and expected him to call my bluff. Now I'm not sure what to do, Costco on X-mas Eve Eve?? No no no.

Anonymous said...

I love your stuff. You always put a smile on my face. Poor Cici. I think I work with her brother. He usually is my sacker and I do TWICE the work when he's at the end of my lane. Ugh.

Anonymous said...

I avoid Coscto from November 1st through the middle of January. I lack the quality drugs and/or Godzilla-killing alcohol tolerance to deal with the type of scene you described.

Thanks for the laugh, have a wonderful Christmas.

Anonymous said...

The story may be old, but it is still funny, unless you are in line behind the Marlboro lady. Hopefully she didn't pass gas while you were there. Oh, maybe that is why you switched lanes.

Hope your shopping was much easier this year.

Hmmm, Man-sized penis. Now that is an image I shall not ponder.

LMAO

Thanks again for sharing you sense of humor.

Anonymous said...

Ahh, Christmas traditions. :)

Anonymous said...

That was exactly what happened to me in the Walmart. But looking at them made me realize that they had bigger problems than their lack of manners and driving skills

NWJR said...

EVERYONE ELSE at those places is a jerk. I am always the lone sane person.

At least that's the way I see it.

Anonymous said...

The ONLY reason to go to Costco is for the food samples.

Happy Holidays, LBB!

Anonymous said...

Peace man.

Dave Morris said...

Mark me down for a man-sized schlong too.

Merry Christmas, LBB.

phlegmfatale said...

Ah, but isn't it comforting to know the world is still flowing with the milk of human kindness? Merry Christmas anyway, you ornery old goat!

Anonymous said...

Merry Freaking Christmas

Anonymous said...

I am soooo missing out by not having a Costco card. Apparently, Sam's just doesn't live up to Costco...

Hope you had a great Christmas, LBB!

Anonymous said...

thats a great price for 12 lbs of nutmeg!

happy holidays mister bug's butt. :p

Memphis Steve said...

This is one of many reasons we don't belong to Costco. And your description of the other customers sounds SO MUCH like Memphis, I almost thought you lived here.

Sylvana said...

This is like every trip to Sam's Club for me. I love the people that run out in front of you as a group, then spread out enough to keep you passing sround, but not enough to get through between them. I swear they practice this formation in their garage.

What always happens to us is that we will go to a vacant aisle then suddenly a swarm of people will converge on the aisle and us wondering what we have found.

And I'm almost always treated to the mouth-breathing cafe server that doesn't know the difference between Four-Berry and Strawberry.