We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
For some strange reason, the destination that formed in my mind for this shopping excursion was “CostCo.” A vague mention of a friend about the “great deals on small televisions” put it in my mind like a BuyMe earworm. This small mental disorder was even stranger since the last thing I need in my life is another, smaller television. On second thought, the absence of a real need was probably why I really wanted one. In America, as noted above, if you don’t need it, you gotta have it.
On the border between the two areas was a vast shopping mall in which both the hamburger- and organic, gluten-free-bread-eating classes, worried about the state of their bowels in thirty years’ time, were catered for, though the mall mainly attracted the typical British shopper, that is to say insolvent in pursuit of the unnecessary.
These wonderful guys miss the extent to which shopping is recreational for many people. Don't despise the recreational shoppers. Looking at stuff and buying stuff can be a lifestyle. I think it has been thus since the dawn of urbanism. Or even before that. Much as I hate shopping (including going to the market for bread, cookies, and vegetables), I find the sheer abundance of Costco to be a real kick. So you go home with 4 months worth of toilet paper. That's not a bad thing.
Especially now that Sears no longer has a catalog. When I was a kid we used the Sears catalog and the newspapers. My brother and I used to try to make sure that the only papers in the bathroom was the funnies, some kind of joke about getting colored ink all over your butt.
Park at the empty end of the parking lot. Never have to search for a spot. The walk will do you good. Take a cart back with you. Cars might not mind hitting you, but they don't want dents from hitting your cart.
Got your list: 5 buckets of Kirkland laundry soap, 2 paper towels, 1 TP. Small stuff. Fill cart in reverse order. You don't want to push those 5 buckets all over the store.
Back to the car at the empty end of the lot. The walk did you good.
Damn. Forgot to get a smaller TV.