Costco a Hobby?
My wife is a wonderful girl, but I am amazed at somethings she does. I have always viewed going to Costco as a chore or merely something to check off of my "To-Do" list.
Before I began dating my wife, I knew the two most important things in a resturant were: the bread and the toilets. Finding fresh bread and clean bathrooms in a resturant is worth spending $40 on a meal which you did not stay to eat because the bread was so good you eat six loaves of bread before the appetizer comes. Baked goods are the key to her heart. So we are in Costco today around 10:30 am. The baking for the day is just being completed. The cakes are being frosted and rolls are being bagged. All of a sudden I am talking to myself. I can not find Anna. Where do I find my wife? I find her with her nose pressed against that big giant window which allows you to see what is going on in the bakery like a puppy staring out a rolled up car window. She is watching this lady frost 20 cakes at a time saying, "Do you smell that? OH...that smells SO good. Do you SMELL that?"
After 10 minutes we finally make it out of the baked goods section and move to the refrigerator section. BIG mistake. You ever watch a tennis match? My wife was like the ball bouncing back and forth from one side of the refrigerators to the other. "OH!!! They have a Pazooki now!!!" Bounce! "Wow...They have a Cinnabon now!!!" Bounce. And so it went all through Costco.
I do not know of a married couple where the man is the one who is focused on the shopping and the woman is the disinterested party. I am not sure what was going on but I do think my wife has found a new hobby. Some scrapbook, hunt, or fish. My wife goes to Costco.
Before I began dating my wife, I knew the two most important things in a resturant were: the bread and the toilets. Finding fresh bread and clean bathrooms in a resturant is worth spending $40 on a meal which you did not stay to eat because the bread was so good you eat six loaves of bread before the appetizer comes. Baked goods are the key to her heart. So we are in Costco today around 10:30 am. The baking for the day is just being completed. The cakes are being frosted and rolls are being bagged. All of a sudden I am talking to myself. I can not find Anna. Where do I find my wife? I find her with her nose pressed against that big giant window which allows you to see what is going on in the bakery like a puppy staring out a rolled up car window. She is watching this lady frost 20 cakes at a time saying, "Do you smell that? OH...that smells SO good. Do you SMELL that?"
After 10 minutes we finally make it out of the baked goods section and move to the refrigerator section. BIG mistake. You ever watch a tennis match? My wife was like the ball bouncing back and forth from one side of the refrigerators to the other. "OH!!! They have a Pazooki now!!!" Bounce! "Wow...They have a Cinnabon now!!!" Bounce. And so it went all through Costco.
I do not know of a married couple where the man is the one who is focused on the shopping and the woman is the disinterested party. I am not sure what was going on but I do think my wife has found a new hobby. Some scrapbook, hunt, or fish. My wife goes to Costco.
posted by brianfurg at 12:21 AM
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