I was really at Costco to get toilet paper. I started meandering, and found myself face-to-face with an X-box game system. You know, like the one your son goes to the neighbor's house to play. And I thought: I could put that in the cart.
And then I turned around, I guess I was standing in the Christmas section, in the middle of the store. And there was stuff to buy, everywhere. In colors. It was garish.
I don't think I've ever really looked at Costco. I just go in, buy my toilet paper, or my 50lb sack of flour, I don't look around. Suddenly, at Costco, and everywhere else, there is all this stuff to buy, that I could buy.
I could just put that X-box in the cart and run. To the check-out, that is.
It's like I moved here from Russia. I'm wowed by things on the shelf.
Though actually, these days, there are more millionaires in Moscow than anywhere else. Or was that billionaires?
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