I must be insane. Kip and I decided to make a Costco run; on a rainy day; on a Sunday. We parked far away because we had no choice. All the other parking spaces were filled with SUVs, pickup trucks and Caravans. I could just make out the yawning entrance of the store through the sheets of rain and the drift of fog.
I pulled the hood of my jacket up. “Let’s go,” I said and stepped out into the rain.
Inside the store people pushed heavily loaded carts. They all wore the zombie look: glassy eyes, mouths slightly agape, face muscles slack. The smell of food floated on the air currents. The glare of the flourescents hurt my eyes.
Our purchases quickly outgrew our cart and we were forced to rearrange.
“What do you mean we don’t have room for the case of wine?” I asked Kip with a raised eyebrow. I moved the 24 rolls of toilet paper to the bottom of the cart and smiled. “No problem,” I said and tipped the case of wine on its side, fitting it neatly into the cart with room to spare.
We wound through Costco along with the hundreds of others who had decided that a rainy day was a perfect day to stock up on supplies. Sometimes there were logjams, people who refused to move to the side while they gazed through the books.
Finally, we had no more room in our cart. The line at the checkout snaked past the tampax and down the cereal aisle. I sighed and rested my head on the handle of the cart.
“Wait,” Kip said. “I forgot your flowers.”
“My what?”
“Your flowers.” He gave me a slow smile, the kind that warms my heart and makes my knees weak.
Did I mention how much I like trips to Costco?
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= Good/Very Good
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= Ugh! Don't waste your time.
