My Costco is full of folks from India, and trying to maneuver around it must be like trying to drive in New Delhi.
The Walmart in Valley Ranch looks like a street market in Mumbai. Grandma and Grandpa don't speak a lick of English. The only way you can identify women who are trying to assimilate are those wearing yoga pants in public.
I usually stay away from Costco and Walmart. I just got a Sams card for the rare occasions when I go shopping. I leave that up to my wife.
Gator, I've also noticed that Indian kids are left to run wild while their parents are shopping, bugs the crap out of me.
My Costco too. And that’s a pretty recent development.