There are few things more boring than sitting outside of a Costco for an hour, with a cart full of sundries, waiting for one’s transportation. You’d think it would be interesting, the glorious panoply of humanity on display, but it’s not.
Cart checking is much less interesting at the Costco, because it’s all so very obvious. Yes, everyone wipes their ass, many people have dogs, and some people really, really like Cliff bars. One doesn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce all that, it’s not subtle. “Dull.”
And my butt got numb.