I have never quite gotten then allure of Costco. The only time I really go is once a year, when I tag along with a friend who is a member, only so I can buy the big wheels of brie for the Brie en Croute I always make for Chuck’s and my Christmas party. While I am there I go ahead and stick up on other party food essentials, including the mega-sized fancy mixed nuts. And, since I only go once a year I go ahead and gather some non-party-related things like six-packs of Ziplock bags, Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup and whatever else intrigues me.
The fist thing out of Costco members’ mouths is “Costco is great for things like toilet paper!”
Okay, then; I grocery shop enough to know how to identify deals, and a toilet paper has never been on my list of reasons for shelling out $55 for membership.
“I should not have to pay to shop, when I am spending money already,:” has been my mantra for the longest time.
But this year, instead of tagging along with a friend, I decided to suck it up, shell out the $55, and go on my own. After requesting a second photo be taken of me at the sign-up booth (“Oh, hideous! Can we do another?,” I politely requested from the gentleman who assisted me), I grabbed a cart and set out for party essentials.
I felt independent, almost in a euphoric sense. I strolled at my leisure. I bypassed numerous aisles full of home goods, and beelined straight back to the food section. That vast, intimidating food section, where you could swing a cat and hit a kiosk where a smiling employee wearing an apron and thin rubber gloves offered samples of whatever the store was pushing.
In the past I have witnessed sheer rudeness at those food kiosks. People would bump into me, reach across my face with no “excuse me.” Security had to be called one afternoon when an impatient man insisted that a woman get her “fat ass out of the way,” just so he could get at the free food. Like cows at a salt lick, some of these people.
This trip was enjoyable, and truthfully, not as crowded and chaotic as I had expected. Okay, $184 later and I was still okay; it was for a party, after all.
Now that I am a member, I will assess if it is worth it. A year from now, when my membership is on the cusp of expiration, Chuck and I will decide if renewal is in order. Providing we haven’t spend $1000 more on groceries and I haven’t gained 10 pounds, we just may buy into the whole Costco thing.