I'm not the only one who gets completely whacked out at CostCo, am I?
I had to go to Boise today and stopped at CostCo to get my Clomid prescription refilled. During the half hour it inevitably takes to fill the jar with ten pills, I took a cart around and loaded up on provisions. Someone tell me why people think it's okey-dokey to stop stock still in the middle of the main aisles to: (a) answer their cell phone and talk for ten minutes, (b) turn to their companion and have an animated discussion of the merits of Gatorade v. All Sport, and/or (c) to ponder the meaning of life.
And then they get all pissy when I end up ass-holing them with my cart because they stopped so suddenly.