After about
like the third erminder in a thread on BARF about Costco and NO membership, I went and did et.
- walked in by a guy checking people out, I guess for a membership. Didn't tell me nothin
- found my way to the hard likka. Finding was part of the experience.
- Asked a guy.. shopping.. for where the beer is. Found that too. He WAS actually uncertain of the location, just as I was, but pointed me in a good direction!
- Got the beer.
- Went to the cashier. What's your membership #? No, just getting alcohol.
- Okay, did you get an escort from the door?
- no i dident.
- next time you should so that they lead you to the alcohol section and escort you back.


- Paid with cash, that is NOT with a cash or gift card.

- A lady of at least one generation before me was holding the door hostage. I refused to show her the receipt, imaging battle scenes with Paul Revere and Game of Thrones.
- She said "No, I have to, Ko...". So I showed her the receipt...
- It was a great sunny day and the experience was good enough although I am leaving one technicality out. The parking lot was full...
- .. and some driving doodah honked loud right next to me in the parking lot while I was walking. Then, jumped out behind my back and started to "about get into a fight" with the dude in the opposite lane who simply wanted to go around a doubleparked car. The first one actually said to the second one "you got a problem, pal?"
