It seems that one bad decision leads to another. For some unfathomable reason I decided to head over to Costco yesterday.
Run that one through your Spaceship Enterprise data analyzer. Costco. Tuesday before Thanksgiving. I may as well have been shopping at an O'Hare gift shop.
So, what was so important to brave the reenactment of the Norman Invasion? I need a new lap top computer for my move to Mexico -- and I thought Costco would be the place to start. The selection is small. The products are out of date. The price is slightly discounted. Why not fight a mob for all of those advantages?
Not unsurprisingly, I found nothing -- in less than five minutes. But this is Costco. There had to be something to buy. I wandered up and down each row -- finding nothing. I almost picked up three biographies (Andrew Jackson, Sam Adams, and FDR), but I put them back. I need to study Spanish, not American politicians.
No hunter returns home without bounty -- especially from Costco. I grabbed a copy of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull -- and proved my theory: one bad decision leads to another. It is dreadful. Though, I must admit, Cate Blanchett's sword-wielding Russian parapsychologist is something to behold.
Fortunately, the day was not a complete loss. I also bagged a copy of the eleventh season of The Simpsons. I may not have television, but I now have all of the advantages of reruns.
Run that one through your Spaceship Enterprise data analyzer. Costco. Tuesday before Thanksgiving. I may as well have been shopping at an O'Hare gift shop.
So, what was so important to brave the reenactment of the Norman Invasion? I need a new lap top computer for my move to Mexico -- and I thought Costco would be the place to start. The selection is small. The products are out of date. The price is slightly discounted. Why not fight a mob for all of those advantages?
Not unsurprisingly, I found nothing -- in less than five minutes. But this is Costco. There had to be something to buy. I wandered up and down each row -- finding nothing. I almost picked up three biographies (Andrew Jackson, Sam Adams, and FDR), but I put them back. I need to study Spanish, not American politicians.
No hunter returns home without bounty -- especially from Costco. I grabbed a copy of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull -- and proved my theory: one bad decision leads to another. It is dreadful. Though, I must admit, Cate Blanchett's sword-wielding Russian parapsychologist is something to behold.
Fortunately, the day was not a complete loss. I also bagged a copy of the eleventh season of The Simpsons. I may not have television, but I now have all of the advantages of reruns.
