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The Warehouse Store

September15

Tonight, we made our bimonthly trip to Costco–the giant warehouse store where everything comes in bulk. You can buy tuna in what looks like a 2-pound coffee can and a gallon of mayo to go along with it. Peanut butter comes in jar you can practically take a dive into and you can buy 90 egg rolls in one box! And seriously,  who doesn’t need 500 paper plates or 30 rolls of toilet paper at one time?

I need to interject here that I’m not a shopper. As a matter of fact, I would almost rather have my gums scraped than go shopping and that includes any kind of shopping. I don’t like looking for clothes or shoes; I’d rather pass on the grocery store  altogether, except we have to eat; and I avoid outlet malls and  little cutesy towns that sell country decor, yard ornaments, and all kinds of kitschy wooden stuff.  So you’d think that a warehouse store would be the last place I’d want to go into, wouldn’t you?

Well, you’d be wrong. I love Costco…and Sam’s Club. For one thing, they have books–great books at fabulous prices. I get my swimsuits at Costco. Speedos for twenty bucks apiece! They appear in the spring and I’m right there to snatch up about five or six suits to last me through  summer swims at my neighbor’ s house and the lake and winter swims at the gym. Where else can you buy a case of toilet paper, a TV, a hot tub, a personalized birthday cake that will serve 40,  a toilet, a giant box of Cheerios, a 4-carat diamond ring, and ten pounds of blueberries all in one trip and still only hit one store?

My sister, PJ, loves Costco too–more than I do, frankly. Hell, she goes every week. She’s there constantly. She gets her mail there. Her kids stay there during the holidays when they visit from out of state. (I’m kidding about the mail and the kids, but she goes a lot!) She used to shop Costco when she lived on the West coast, mainly because she had four growing sons and that was the only place she could buy enough food to keep those boys fed. When she first moved here, we had to remind her that she had an empty nest and no longer needed to buy 12 frozen pizzas,  4 dozen eggs, or 3 gallons of milk every week.

Some people think that warehouse stores contribute to our nation’s obesity problem–food in giant packages encourages people to eat too much. I’d agree with that except that shoving a 500-pound cart of groceries and paper goods around a store the size of a small Midwestern town feels like exercise to me. So it makes logical sense that we’d walk off the weekly tub of peanut butter on the trip to buy it, and it’d all come out even. Right? So excuse me, I’m heading to the kitchen to make tuna salad…for 50!

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3 Comments to

“The Warehouse Store”

  1. Avatar September 15th, 2011 at 11:32 pm Susan Courtney Says:

    Love it!


  2. Avatar September 17th, 2011 at 6:45 am Julie Says:

    Greetings from Oregon! Great post, and I might add, as they all are (I know this first hand now because I just read through your archives, in order obvs). I have been catching up on some fellow Betties, you and Robena are now on my (way overloaded) blog roll of Important Women, so I’m all current.


  3. Avatar September 18th, 2011 at 8:41 am Nan Says:

    Thanks, Julie! I really appreciate you reading through my blog archives–that’s a true Betty! I read yours daily too–maybe I need to start commenting. I hesitate to do that and I should since I love it when people comment here!


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