Monday, July 15, 2013

A Cry For Help


In 2005, we joined Costco. Mr. Rosenberg and I were handed the membership cards with our smeary, pixilated, fun house portraits on the back and we were in. Never mind that the cards read Jeffrey and Lisa “Rosenford,” they still worked.

On our first visit, Mr. Rosenberg’s first time to a big box store of any kind, he purchased a small pallet of underpants, a mega-jar of vitamins of dubious origin, and a trio of giant squeeze bottles of French’s mustard that would move with us to three separate addresses before we disposed of them. He veered from free sample tables to Breville Juice Fountain demos with joyful enthusiasm.

I was no better. I found it impossible to get out of there without experiencing what I’ve heard referred to as “the hundred dollar entrance fee.” I would enter with a small, solid list and exit with more than a hundred dollars worth of coffee table books, gallons of Kirkwood chicken salad, and family teeth whitening systems.

Some time in 2007, I let our membership lapse. The pressure of trying not to spend money in the warehouse of all-the-things-I-didn’t-know-I-wanted was too hard. Friends and family took their own trips to Costco and were kind enough to fill our needs for baby wipes and kitchen garbage bags: all the merchandise we ever really needed in the first place.

And then, I became a soccer mom. I suddenly had an actual need for cases of string cheese and oranges by the gross. Last week, it happened. I reactivated our membership. I posed for another scary black teeth clown photo and was handed a new membership card. If you see me wandering the aisles with a glazed look in my eye, please remove the snow tires from my cart. The Rosenfords are back.

14 comments:

  1. This is hysterical and I can completely relate. Hey! The organic quinoa is such a deal!

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  2. God, I've missed the Rosenfords and their 50-gallon drums of salty snacks.

    Welcome back!

    XO
    A.

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    1. Those 50-gallon drums can double as end tables! xo

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  3. You might need the snow tires. YOU MIGHT NEED THEM! Better to be safe than sorry. And? They're on sale.

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    1. I know! Snow in southern California. Could happen! xo

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  4. Once, I managed to get out of there spending LESS THAN $40!

    I've been talking about it for two years.

    I am not kidding.

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  5. You are officially a Costco Master! xo

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  6. We have a Costco membership primarily for gas. But then we buy bags of carrots and crates of croissants, and just like everyone else, we're hooked.

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  7. Me = same. That's why I have my bestest friend and food club member who can get me all our family ever needs...Hormel's 72 slice package of ready-to-eat bacon. ;-)

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  8. The thing about warehouse shopping is this: I just need one new pair of underwear, not 300.

    xo

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  9. You so need to read the late, great Erma Bombeck's take on warehouse stores. You would relate.

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  10. I miss Costco so much! All we have is Sam's. That Kirkland peanut butter is SO good! ;)

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