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| - Finally I feel like a real adult because I got a Costco card this year! Granted, as part of a family membership, but lets not get hung up on semantics. It doesn't change the adult quota stock points. I eat dessert for breakfast, go to bed when I wanna, and get giddy from the idea of spending under $4 for a pack of 40 water bottles.
BAM!
::adult card thrown down::
The cafe prices are unbeatable so don't forget to bring some cash to spend on a hot dog, slice of pizza, churro, or giant cup of soft serve on your way out the door.
As for the poor guys up front, towards the entrance, that ask to speak to you for a moment about DirectTV (Seriously, why? Oh, right-right, because I'm an adult). I feel so bad that I brush them off (because let's be honest that's probably what everyone else does too), but I don't have time for that when I've got some free samples to indulge in, comfy sweatpants to check out, need to stock up on food like I'm feeding a few very hungry soccer teams or filling the shelves in an underground bomb shelter, and most importantly, to hug MEGA-JUMBO Teddy Bears (when they are in season)...because that is what an adult does!
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