costco, football, and alexander

Our proverbial cupboards are bare.

Last week I say to my boarder, Alexander, "We have no food in the house. We need to go to Costco and you need to come with me to help."

"I can't go this week.  I have to (fill in the blank with any number of excuses.)"

We finally decide on today. 10am, no later.

We leave the house at 12:14.

I figure I'll use the bus ride to catch up on emails but Alexander has other plans.

"Who should I start this week, Amari Cooper, or LeGarrette Blount?"

"Amari Cooper."

"Why?"

"He's faster."

"What defense should I start, Houston or Kansas City?"

"Kansas City."

"Ya, I think so too."

It's an inane conversation as my son, who's become a fantasy football addict, loves to engage me in discussions I know nothing about.  I respond randomly, and then he quizzes me on my response.

We get to Costco and take two carts.  Within seconds my son has disappeared into the cavernous warehouse.

I fill my cart, call my son, and get no response. 

Finally we connect. Alexander's cart has three things in it; the rest of the time he's been hanging out at the free food stations sampling pierogi's, cheeses, and anything else that looks appetizing.

But my son is strong and a good lifter; he helps unpack the taxi, and then begrudgingly helps unpack the bags when we get home.

Three hours and many dollars later we're done. At least until the new year.