13 years ago we moved from Seattle to rural kentucky. It’s very peaceful for us here, even during the holidays. We drove back to our house from visiting the starting of a friend’s “black friday” sale last night around nine. 8 miles and never passed a single car.
In Seattle, I was not allowed by my wife to come near a mall parking lot after Thanksgiving day (dead serious). If I had, I’d probably be in prison now for murder.
Wow - it’s been 13 years! I’m still in the suburbs of Seattle - looking at Tennessee maybe.
At our Costco it is the Indian and Asian families. Mom, dad, 4 kids and Grandma & Grandpa slowing strolling side by side through the isles looking at everything. Taking up 90% of the aisle.
Get to the sample table - forget about it!
One time I was trying to get by an elderly guy in the electric cart. He was jammed up behind a sample table waiting his turn for one. I waited patiently and then he noticed I just wanted to pass and said “Oh - excuse me, I’m sorry.” “Oh no worries, I can wait. And it isn’t your fault - it’s these dumb snack carts in the aisle.”
The sample lady glared and said something to me but I don’t recall what.
That was the best part of Covid. Costco with no sample carts!