Due to some poor planning on our part we needed to go to Costco this morning. While I like the occasional deals on fresh vegetables and meat, the overall experience can be a little overwhelming.
Parking was a mess, wedging Kathy's little car in among the Sport Utility Behemoths that consume every inch of their space requires more than a little faith.
After grabbing a cart and passing through the mandatory security screening at the front door we entered a world of computers, digital cameras and big-screen teevees.
The place was packed with a variety of customers. The post-church crown in their sunday best. The aerobics queens in a mix of lycra and spandex. The blue-hairs loaded down with gallon sized containers of everything. The power-snackers moving from sample to sample grabbing a couple of items each time. Finally the big women loaded down with bags, boxes and jars or saturated fat and artificial flavors.
It was so busy the shoppers flow like a river between isles of dogfood, diet soda, and gallon sized containers of mustard. Turning corners takes timing and luck to move from one current to another.
One the way out -- before the second mandatory security checkpoint -- I noticed that Costco along with the Pizza and hot-dogs in offing small business financing. Not exactly the first place I would think of for start-up financing.
If I am lucky I will never again visit a Costco on Sunday.
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