Saturday in the suburbs = insanely long line at Costco. My dad and I ran some errands, ending up at Costco around 1:30pm on a Sunday. We ran into my aunt, my kindergarten teacher, the father of a girl I graduated high school with, a teacher from my middle school and several people my father knew. My kindergarten teacher told me that she was only at Costco because she had nothing else to do on a Saturday afternoon. I love a price club as much as the next person, but don't have room to store the quantity sold of most things. But, if I ever move to the suburbs, I'm sure I will.
Next time, I think I may buy my contacts at Costco. And the dishwasher tablets I use. And so it begins...
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