How Costco Made And Ruined my Day

Lia Schopmeyer

There are a few places I always wanted to visit.

Japan, Mexico, The Harry Potter Land in Orlando and Costco.

One of these wonderlands were ticked off the wishlist a couple of weeks ago and I could not have been happier or more devastated.

Entering the secretive (not really) and exclusive (you can be a member for 25 quid a year) quarters hidden away in a retail park in Cardiff, Wales, I was blown away by how minimalistic they kept the interior design. You could almost say it was a warehouse, but I think the term bewarehouse is more fitting.

Stacks and stacks of products, bigger than your face could be found wherever you turned. I felt like I was in this episode of the Simpsons:

barney gumble in monstromart

OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE

I ran around like a headless chicken with the biggest wallet. I pretty much tried and touched every item in this warehouse. I did not know what to buy first. Everything seemed such good value and in such quantity that I may be the best prepared woman for nuclear war outbreak times.

But this enthusiasm soon vanished when I realised I couldn’t figure out whether a 10 pack of Kinder Bueno for a fiver was a good deal. Besides, I like food, but do I like it x20?

costco

Stacked For Your Convenience

Did I need a cheese block bigger than most Central London flats?

Did I really want that massive bar of Galaxy that could provide more leg room than a Ryan Air flight?

I was in a Costco pickle. I suddenly forgot what value meant and how much a pound coin was worth.

I ended up with a kilo of chilli olives, a massive bottle of Tabasco and a 10 pack of Kinder Bueno after all. As soon as I paid for my dirty desires, I immediately felt much less fond of that particular confectionery and those salty little balls of olive flesh.

Coscto haul

My Haul

I Costco’d out.

I sadly put my items in a cardboard box like a sacked office worker, sat in their cafe and ate a hot dog and a pizza. I felt like someone spoilt Breaking Bad for me, only the meth filled thriller was my life. But instead of methamphetamine I had a bin bag full of marshmallows…

The lesson I learnt from this experience is that if I ever was to become a millionaire, I better bloody invest it all as I will lose touch with how much a pint of milk should cost.

“What sir, this pint of semi-skimmed costs a meager £17.89? Here is my wallet, take whatever you need, good man!”

costco

Lostco

Maybe one day I will return to your vaults of perishable treasures. Maybe one day I will indeed need a bucket of condiments, who knows for sure?

Until then…

MissConfig

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