My Trip To Costkok
Peering through the realm of giant orange stock shelves, I catch glimpse of my final destination: the samples kiosk. Armed with fierce determination, I scurry to snag the last paper cup – in it, a single cocktail wiener. For most, such a delicacy wouldn’t normally present the need to hastily maneuver over and around patrons, but my childhood self would beg to differ. While my short legs struggle to keep up with my ferocious appetite, I quickly grab onto a sample and bask in my stealthy glory. Success!
Such a scene is a predictable occurrence – after all, my family’s biweekly trips to Costco often result in me being scolded for taking one too many samples of dinosaur chicken nuggets or for wandering off towards the aromatic bakery section. Nevertheless, …show more content…
Having the continuous desire to strengthen her English speaking skills, it came to no surprise that she would apply for a cashier position at our local Costco. Hence, many of these shifts would include my tot-sized self, as a lack of babysitter would leave me in the hands of my mother and, by a larger extent, at the will of my favorite consumeristic and oversized haven. When I managed to escape from the confines of the staff room, I would once again direct myself up and down the aisles in pursuit of answers. Why would Skippy’s Peanut Butter come in two gallon-sized packages, and not one? Why did employees place the new bags of Wonder bread behind the old ones? What was cultivated was not only the cultures in the price discounted yogurts, but a certain precociousness that would fester itself throughout my youth. The same joyous emotion that stemmed from my exploration of the 93” plush bear bin would manifest itself in my other endeavors, from the confectionary to academic. At the same time, I would still find myself in the beloved warehouse in search of supplies to fuel the aforementioned adventures. Whether that took shape in bulk-size paper plates to supply a Leos’ volunteer event or in muffin pans to aid my next culinary conquest, Costco served a reoccurring role in my creative
Such a scene is a predictable occurrence – after all, my family’s biweekly trips to Costco often result in me being scolded for taking one too many samples of dinosaur chicken nuggets or for wandering off towards the aromatic bakery section. Nevertheless, …show more content…
Having the continuous desire to strengthen her English speaking skills, it came to no surprise that she would apply for a cashier position at our local Costco. Hence, many of these shifts would include my tot-sized self, as a lack of babysitter would leave me in the hands of my mother and, by a larger extent, at the will of my favorite consumeristic and oversized haven. When I managed to escape from the confines of the staff room, I would once again direct myself up and down the aisles in pursuit of answers. Why would Skippy’s Peanut Butter come in two gallon-sized packages, and not one? Why did employees place the new bags of Wonder bread behind the old ones? What was cultivated was not only the cultures in the price discounted yogurts, but a certain precociousness that would fester itself throughout my youth. The same joyous emotion that stemmed from my exploration of the 93” plush bear bin would manifest itself in my other endeavors, from the confectionary to academic. At the same time, I would still find myself in the beloved warehouse in search of supplies to fuel the aforementioned adventures. Whether that took shape in bulk-size paper plates to supply a Leos’ volunteer event or in muffin pans to aid my next culinary conquest, Costco served a reoccurring role in my creative