erratic ramblings of one mama to four crazy kids zipping her way through life in the country filled with children, chickens, barn building-while coming to terms with the fact that life is far from perfect.
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Costco in weird times
This is how I rolled at Costco and Haggen today.
I looked like a bank robber. It felt ridiculous and scary. I guess this was a logical step after the shift to carrying out items without bags- that always feels like I’m shoplifting.
I did try to smile a lot with my eyes.
I’m sure it just looked weird.
Here’s a recreation of the eye smile.
It took A LOT of self talk to get out of the car and stroll up to the store, accept my ticket for TP and pretend I didn’t feel like I just won the lottery.
Who would have guessed that Costco would feel intimidating?
It was a whole new world today at Costco. They really corralled you along a specific route. Had cones out to remind you how far apart 6 feet is.
When you get to the entrance they hand you a freshly sanitized cart.
Since people are still hoarding TP, they’re strict about doling it out. I guess their system is they ask you if you need TP, like a scalper at the door. You nod yes they slip you a red ticket like for raffles at the high school games. (But careful not to touch your getmy hands.) Once inside you fork over the ticket and they put a pack in your cart.
Two weeks ago I didn’t think twice about popping 3 packages of 5 dozen eggs into my cart. I never would have guessed that just days later I would feel guilty loading up my typical 15 dozen eggs.
I wanted a sign that says, “I’m not hoarding I have 3 teenagers and an 11 year old taller than me.”
But I kept going, when I was brave enough for eye contact I tried my weird eye smile.
No gloves yet, but my hands are so dry. I’ll probably wear gloves next time.
I hoard hand wipes, I have since I studied abroad and my American roommate brought the mother load of individually wrapped hand wipes. I’ve grabbed as many as I can every time I find them ever since.
So I’ve had a great stash of Purell wipes from chick fil a in my purse that I use the second I get in my car.
I guess the bin of those at chick fil a are now a thing of the past. Probably Buffalo Wild Wings too.
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