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Some thoughts on Costco as I await my very reasonably priced $10 pizza (it’s like 1996 with these prices, if only the pies came with a coupon for Blockbuster)
Acquiring toilet paper remains a bloodsport. I long for a time when I felt shame buying toilet paper instead of hoisting a 30-pack above my head like the Stanley Cup.
There’s always a nemesis...someone who paces you and follows your shopping pattern...and ALWAYS gets in your way when you’re trying to get what you need. This person also parked next to you.
I saw two ladies shopping together: one was wearing what appeared to be a leather jumpsuit, the other had bedazzled pants. I’d hold judgement if they were buying booze, but nope...cart indicated a run of the mill Costco run. Los Feliz 
People push carts like Marylanders drive. Neither will ever change.
I should’ve come here on my quest for undecided voters, because: 1. Costco has everything. 2. This place is an arena of indecision.
I’ve never been to a Costco with cell service, I get that they’re all basically giant Faraday cages...but, I’m sure it’s a conspiracy to force me to stare at more shit I don’t need while I wait in line.
Got my pizza
