Icewind's Ramblings

Last Saturday I made my way to Costco for my normal stop after breakfast for next week’s staples.  I make my way around the store in a clockwise direction which is against the normal flow of people within the store. I do this for several reasons which are logical to me and that is I head to the areas where I have the heaviest items to place in my basket or underneath so as not to crush the lighter or smaller items to be placed in later. I can get my firelogs and my wife’s case of Diet Pepsi and the weeks where I get toilet paper or paper towels they can go underneath the main part of the cart. As I decided if I had an extra gold bar available to buy fresh fruit since it is so expensive here I made my way around to get a few fugi apples for my lunch.  I also grabbed a bunch of bananas for a peanut butter and banana sandwich which is still one of my favorites. I stopped by the large case which had grapes and plums on it and stopped to figure out if I should get a few....

I do not know if you are like me and occasionally make a phone call while you are walking around Costco trying to figure out if there are any last minute items you need or call to get that reminder of what you came in for. I see people all the time doing that and I find it funny everyone seems to cling to that hope we will get everything in one trip without having to go back out again. I am making my way through the meat section looking for any kind of deal since all meat products in Alaska are through the roof when I approach another man looking at item after item while on the phone with someone . . . probably his wife who was pointing out his complete and utter failure. I'm Not an Idiot . . . Am I? Guy: (on cell phone) There’s 4 kinds of beef.  No, five. Guy: (fiddles with packages in meat section) Yea, it's not marked.  Premium, something, I can't read it.  I'm telling you it's . . . Guy: (after interruption) I'm not an idiot.  What? (shuffles more ...

I usually hit Costco on Saturday mornings after my breakfast meeting. This week was no exception and as I was checking out with just a few items, the lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of those dividers that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn't get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the divider and looked all over it for the bar code so she could scan it. Not finding the bar code she said to me, "Do you know how much this is?" I said, "I've changed my mind; I don't think I'll buy that today." She said, "OK," and I paid her for the things and left. She had no clue about what had just happened and I felt like giving her one of those Bill Engvall’s “Here’s Your Sign”. Clueless at Costco Ice