Head over to Costco today for my weekly supply run. Keep in mind my Costco shopping isn't your usually cart full. I work half a mile from there so I pick up a few things and head out. I also try not to go during the busy times because my mere presence in Costco gives me anxiety. All the crazy people rushing around with their giant carts, pushing people to get to the samples and the chaos just isn't fun. I think of the place as adult Disneyland, I love to go, but being there is always intense and somebody's crying. Today, I picked up water, frozen berries, tuna and the stuff Pokey suggested for my joints.
As I'm walking to the registers, which are all very short one to two person lines, I notice a cart speeding toward me from the corner of my eye. I keep walking in my normal I've got no soccer practice or kids to feed stride and I notice the carts approach is becoming more aggressive. I look over my left shoulder and see a lady with the white knuckle grip on the handle bar and her tense shoulders pushed up to her ears staring down at the lane I'm walking toward. Now, common curtesy would dictate that she follow behind me and get in line. Well not this lady. She practically hit my cart to dart in front of me and tried not to make eye contact so as to pretend she didn't see me and my cart.
I chuckled at her shenanigans and proceeded behind her in my "stay calm don't have an anxiety attack" demeanor. She puts her items on the belt and as soon as she moves her cart I do the same with mine. She proceeds to look for her Costco card and mumbles something to the cashier. The cashier loudly replies "we can get you a temporary card." The white knuckle lady replies, "I left my Costco card, my Amex and debit card."
Need I say more?
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