I heart costco

Seriously.

I just went for a quick book pickup (The dogs of Babel, if you must know and two cookbooks) and was walking through and saw more people from more different nations than I ever have before. It was lovely. I saw some people from Pakistan trying beef tamale samples, people from Greece trying ravioli in garlic olive oil, an African couple trying French bread, it was like the United Nations. It was beautiful.

I am walking around with my books and my Ciabatta bread and I see my parents sampling Chicken Cachitorre and we sat and had a quick lunch, after watching a guy spend $3,500 dollars on cigarettes, on hot dogs and diet coke for a buck fifty.

Everyone got along. Everyone waited in line patiently. I chatted with a lovely older couple from Yugoslavia in front of me buying Chicken Bakes (she had the coupon) who came here five years ago. It was dare I even say "neat"?

A strange little microcosm Costco is. Everyone can get along there, but walk out the doors after having your items counted and your reciept marked with a highlighter and everything has the potential to be completely different.

Kinda dissappointing.

I think that has to change.