The $5,000 Bag

 

Trust me, this picture doesn't nearly capture the bedlam within.

    There is nothing I despise more than a trip to Costco.

    Unless it's a trip to Costco on a Sunday afternoon when it's 95 degrees out with a thousand other sweaty people.

    Don't get me wrong.  The bargains to be had at this discount chain are nothing to sneeze at.  From tires to rotisserie chicken, you can definitely stretch a dollar there.   But, most everything is sold in bulk.  I mean, I honestly think I'll eventually grow tired of eating nothing but cheese and who seriously needs a five gallon container of beefaroni?

Even giving it to your horse isn't a good idea

    But, since I needed a new set of glasses

The old ones weren't cutting it anymore

my wife and I went to Costco for the cheap prices.

    Prescription handed over, I thought we could quickly make our escape.

    Oh, silly me, there was shopping to be had!  So, off she set, me following her with an empty (which wouldn't remain 'empty' for long) shopping cart the size of an aircraft carrier.

    An untold variety of cheese, mangoes, a five-dozen pack of razors, orange tree, four bottles of mouthwash, tomatoes (Roman and cherry), the aforementioned rotisserie ostrich chicken, enough snack paks of cookies to feed an entire Girl Scout troop, and a potted plant of some variety (we had to put the kayak back-no room) all made it into our cart.

    I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel as we headed towards the hundreds milling about the three mobbed checkout lines.  I was almost giddy with anticipation!  My torture was approaching its end!  Soon I would be able to scarf down one of the famous Costco hot dogs.  

   

To be fair, their hot dogs are awesome. 
No doubt packed with enough chemicals to kill a horse,
but they're almost worth the trip.  

    Unfortunately, there was a man selling garden sheds between us and freedom.    

    Full Disclosure:  We had discussed the upcoming expense of a shed for her to do freelance work once she retires.  But, that was in the works for the Fall, not two weeks before Independence Day.

    It was a nice shed, don't get me wrong.  But, long story short...my trip to Costco on a sweltering Sunday afternoon cost me five thousand dollars.  Plus, $3.00 for a couple hot dogs and Cokes.

It wasn't all I got.
My wife posted this on Facebook. 
Clearly, that's...

        I think I'll join Sam's Club next year.  I wonder if they sell hot dogs?

Whaddya know?  Cheaper, too.