I hate Costco

I get anxiety every time I pull into that damned parking lot. There’s about as many cars and people about as a Taylor Swift concert. Then you go inside and have to show your dumb little ID card like you’re going to a bar.

Well now that that’s over you’re constantly nut to butt to shopping cart the whole shopping trip. In this mega warehouse of fluorescent lights I feel like I mostly am buying subpar goods or knick knacks. Like you can buy a cheaper version of “x” piece of clothing or “y” doo dad. But they aren’t quite as good as what you might get elsewhere. In some ways i feel that Costco is just as wasteful as H&M, Amazon, Temu etc. I hate them all.

Well if I don’t want to do my clothes shopping at Costco at-least I can restock my freezer with a 100 pack of frozen bacon wrapped pop tarts! I think my biggest issue with Costco is it all just feels kind of needless and eclectic. Sort of like a glorified flea market.

So then I get to checkout where a swarm of three employee cult members are trying to harass my wife and I to upgrade to the executive membership with catchy sales pitches like “If you spend greater than $500/month here per month you’ll save $200 a year by being an executive member!!!!” No thanks we go to Costco like once every two months and just buy a handful of things but they never can get that through their dense skulls.

I do like the food court. I will give them props for that. But its just too damn busy and it feels like a train station with people coming and going while also jostling with a meandering line of carts with regular folks trying to exit the store.

Maybe I’m just not a people person. And maybe it’s just not for me. But, I almost can’t stand going. My wife likes going to Costco and at-least getting some samples and maybe some paper towels/TP. Sometimes it feels like everybody’s in a Costco loving cult and I really do not get it.