Big-Ass Store

I went to Price Club, er, Costco for some of the big-bag stuff.   It's been a while.   Man, what a circus.   I don't know if it's just that I'm getting older, or that people are getting more self-centered.   The number of times I had to wait for people who stopped in the middle of the aisle got more annoying than I ever remember it being.   And it's not just that they've stopped, it's that their kids, spouses, whatever stop too and TAKE UP THE WHOLE AISLE, or the whole half of the aisle and, what with the non-stop stream of people coming in the other direction, make it damned difficult to get around.   Repeatedly.

I would like to say that the immigrants are the worst (there are a lot of immigrants in Las Vegas, btw, take your pick of nationalities), what with their whole family-glob moving like a blood clot through a varicose vein, but no, I also got to wait behind some idiot white guy on his bluetooth phone standing - not examining or picking things off a shelf - standing motionless behind his cart in the only available opposite lane of the main aisle. I was sorely tempted to put my fingers in my mouth and blow out his earpiece with my patented 30db dog-whistle technique.

I think Costco needs to either open up some aisle space or reduce the size of their carts or there is going to be mayhem.   I could just feel it.