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They Redeem Themselves Every Time

I hate going to Costco. No, I love going there. I hate the other shoppers there. It's truly the only other place besides an amusement park where people irritate the shit out of me as much as they do.

Where does it seem right to just barrel right on down the center of a main aisle, on a Saturday, taste test day, I didn't eat all morning because of all the tasty treats they'll have out day, where is it making sense to just stop? I mean dead stop and then abandon your cart.....to look at socks. People!! They are socks. If you are that interested in a package of 28 socks, please, feel free to take your effing cart with you! Also if you see a person in the middle of turning down an aisle? Please don't be that asshole that hits their cart and then glares. Sometimes that person will pray very loudly for the Lord's strength so she doesn't kill someone because Costco clearly had a day where they gave memberships to all the bitches and assholes in the tri-county area. Thanks, much appreciated.

That being said, Costco always redeems itself because of these:

and even though those bad boys come two bags to the box, one always ends up like this a couple hours later:


Yep, to summarize, I despise most Costco customers but the store comes through in the clutch with the cream puffs. Now if they ever stop selling them? They'll be dead to me. Costco. Not the cream puffs. Mama will love those forever and ever amen.

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