So I went to Costco the other day, it was a Tuesday so the samples were slim, about 3 food demos and 2 random sell this house or BMW motorcycle demos, of course the cell phone hacks and contact lens people as well. I have discovered it truly a mystical place much like in the sureallity of the movie King of California.
Michael Douglas plays a deranged father who just got released from a 2 year mental institution stay for trying to kill himself. His 16 year old daughter has been taking care of herself. He has a idea to find an ancient Spanish treasure set out to believed to be underneath Costco. according to Michael Douglas the movie was shot in 31 one days. This brings me to my new affection for both Costco, its employees, its Ravioli, and of course the check out food at the end. It is a symbol of your over indulgence in consumer culture, large quantities and what it is to be an American.
Some quotes from the trip:
"Can I just get a half a churror?
Why? they are only like a dollar" said in the tone of Neapolitan Dynamite
ME: "I am so glad we bought all that TP it will last us through next term."
Brenden: "I know where I am taking my shits from now on.."
ME: "Where?"
