We came home last night more exhausted after shopping all day than we were driving twelve hours straight to North Carolina.
We started out in Yonkers, the location of the trifecta Holy Grail of stores – Home Depot, Costco, and Stu Leonard’s. We got to Home Depot by 9am, found only the lightbulbs on our long list -what an old and filthy Home Depot that was. Never again. I’ve been in that HD before and swore then not to go back. But with the goal of hitting all three stores in that location, we had no choice.
We got to Costco by 9:45a, the parking lot more than half full already, long lines at the return counter, and congestion getting a cart in the front entrance. It was a freaking zoo. You had to be aggressive getting down aisles or else never get anywhere. [Ed. Note: Hence, the blog post title, in case you are undercaffeinated this morning to get the humor].
I think we were the only two speaking English, the store was a regular United Nations. Russian. Italian. Many Slavic tongues. Arabic. Chinese. Portuguese. Spanish.
I went with a long list, needing some unusual things for the Thanksgiving menu and added a few things for the pantry. Of course, now I need a new larger pantry to shelve the GIANT sizes of everything at Costco!
If you need to borrow a wheelbarrow full of coconut oil, call me!
I did need Pink Sea Salt but decided, hey, while I’m here, let me get more cinnamon, good Vietnamese cinnamon, and peppercorns.
Avocado Oil? Not sure why I bought this, but I did. Now, which one of you is going to tell me what to do with it? Martha, I suspect you’ll know.
Two giant peanut butter jars. Giant jars of pimento stuffed olives. And I think there was even a partridge in a pear tree in the cart. We weren’t out of Costco until twelve noon, $499 poorer, yes $499. For what? I’m not sure. Kicker: No one had Cape Cod White Cheddar Popcorn. Sigh.
By the time we loaded up the car with the Costco loot, the parking lot was beyond full, people like vultures madly circling to find a place to park, hoping we’d leave, quickly. Phew.
At that point, out since 8:30a, we bailed on Stu’s because we knew we had yet to tackle Target, Kohl’s and Stop ‘ Shop. We came home, unloaded the car after Round One, then scurried back out to get Round Two over with quickly. But every place was mobbed, a good thing I suppose, telling me the economy is booming. Nothing went quickly, or well, my list still long with things I couldn’t find. We need to go to Westport on Thursday and on the way back we’ll swing by the Stu’s in CT, then tackle another HD, the one in Brewster. By week’s end, I should be ready to start cooking.
Soooooooooooooo, Monday brings lots of chores, first up calling USPS about my held-not held mail. I suspect their response will be blog worthy.
The tree lighting guys are here now, in a bit of a cold rain so expect a post about that today too.
Giants lost an embarrassment of a game to the 49ers who hadn’t one one game yet. Yikes. Couldn’t watch.