I resist Black Friday.
I don't click once on a single purchase over Cyber Monday.
I delete the exorbitant number of emails that arrive daily telling me of unbelievable-once-in-a-lifetime bargains.
And I even ignore the 70% discount on scarves and leather gloves shown on The Today Show.
But I do need to eat. And I do need to clean. And I do need vitamins. So I go to Costco.
Costco in the city is probably more of an event than it is in the suburbs. First, there's getting there. On a nice day I could walk, but today is miserable. Cold and raining and the buses are all late.
The Costco in the city is near a Target, so I go there first. I buy some Mrs. Meyers dish soap, some make-up remover, and then I get lost in the hair dryer section. I end up (after checking reviews on Amazon) buying a Bed Head Curlipops. I hope it lives up to its promise of tight curls on top, loose curls on bottom, frizz-free and shiny.
Next stop is Costco. I pick up the usual paper towels and toilet paper. Some stuff for the holidays, in anticipation of having people over and Alexander being home: chips, Tates chocolate chip cookies, and Lindt Truffles. I get some toothbrushes and toothpaste, and a few cleaning supplies. Then I pick up two bags of frozen berries in the hope of making delicious smoothies for me and Alexander. Oh, and some tomato/vegetable soup.
I spend almost $300 (including $55 for renewal of my card, and the cost for a cab home). I unpack everything and look in my refrigerator. It is still empty, except for soup. I go to Agata to pick up something for dinner.
Hmmm. Somehow this doesn't feel right.
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