Costco

The other day, I took my boys to Costco. We love it there and wish we lived next door. It was a quick trip.. lunch at the deli and a few items for the ward party. Then we were off to run errands-- lots of them. Dentist appointments, fixing the trampoline mat, swimming at the YMCA, taking back an item at Ross. The typical stuff. On the way home, five hours later, while still wearing our swim suits, I realized that my gas tank was empty and that I had forgotten an item at Costco. I begged my kids to "let me" run in again. They agreed as long as I bought them a chocolate covered ice cream bar with zero nuts. I pinky promised.

We walked in, got ice cream, did a little shopping, lost my Costco card near the cheese samples, tried to check out, traced our steps back to the cheese samples, couldn't find the card and ended up checking out with the nice man's card who was standing in front of us in line. By this time, my boys' ice cream was dripping and we were exhausted. All we wanted was to get out to the hot car and take the long drive home. But, when we got to the exit, we realized that everyone and their dog was also exiting. They only had ONE reciept checker. Darn it. We waited in line as the slow woman counted everyone's groceries and marked their reciepts with a pink highlighter.

What seemed like two hours later, it was our turn. I handed my reciept to the lady. And THEN I realized why it took two hours to get to her. She was literally drawing a picture on the back of everyone's reciept. I think my mouth dropped open as I watched her slowly draw someone's face on the back of my reciept. No, not just a simple smilely face... she drew a full blown characature of one of my kids. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, hair. Here. Let me show it to you.

If she wanted to be a cartoon artist, she should probably work somewhere else. Making tired Costco customers wait so she can show off her talents is not a good idea. at least not in my opinion.

ps. I should have excused myself last week. We are finally visiting my family in Utah. We'll be back on Monday. Yes, I scanned this on my parents computer.. I was cleaning out my purse and was about to throw the reciept away, when I thought-- I must make a copy before it goes in the garbage. And what better place to preserve it forever than on the blog?

pps. Zack was the one who lost my Costco card. He pulled it out of my wallet and said, "This means you are my mom." I told him that was true. When I got in line and realized that I didn't have my card, he got really quiet and said, "If we lose that card, then you can't be my mom anymore?" I told him that was true. After we couldn't find it and decided to check out anyway, I told him that I was going to leave him at the register because I can't be his mom anymore. When tears came to his eyes, I said I would give him another chance. But if he loses another card of mine, he will definitely be staying at the store. That will teach him.