The Diversion Project posts great diversions allowing you to scroll through in utter awe.
Screaming babies. Mother rubber necking, checking out the annoying guy on the mic showcasing his friction activated blender. “See? Isn’t this amazing guys?” Boyfriend runs into a mom pushing her baby in a stroller. He walk-stares in awe toward the latest LCD TV. She takes a peek over her package of 50 rolls of toilet paper, lovingly gazing at her toddler kid wearing a pink helmet. Precautious planning on the mother’s party. She is asian and should expect to cause an accident.
Young professionals in entry level jobs, most certainly mistaken for college students, gravitate toward the butcher’s shop following aromatic spices of pre-marinated beef tenderloin. Or is the aroma of roasted chicken? “Let’s go with the chicken.” Yea, it is cheaper.
Rude aging housewife parks her cart in front of mine and leaves it fully aware that I am trying to pass through. Patience is not a virtue I possess, but judging from her attire of short white shorts, a white visor and pink sweater tied around her shoulders and the wrinkles on her face that indicate stress and not lines of laughter, I wait.
Katie comes here for dinner…now I know why! The tasty Korean freebies beats paying a $30 meal across the street at Wharo BBQ across the street.
Everyone is so EXCITED to be at Costco with SO many options at such AFFORDABLE prices (as long as you buy in bulk). Husband goes this way, mama goes that way. Shopping carts piled so high with bulk items that the drivers can’t even see where they’re heading, can’t even see that they been pushing up against my leg for the past 5 seconds.
Costco should organize a flow for traffic, where you go up one aisle and down the next. Repeat. Cover every inch of the ginormous warehouse. Don’t want to miss a deal.
Standing in the check-out line we’re all exhausted, hunched over the push bars with one leg propped on the lower shelf of the cart. The tag-alongs (nonpayers) race back, dodging dangerous carts (that can certainly break a toe or two) for last minute items to push onto the conveyor belt.
At last we’re paid for. You think traffic is bad in Costco? Apparently the scratch on the bumper of your car indicates you might’ve just entered an even fiercer jungle.
— Sloane Crosley