The Blodgett Buzz: August 2008

So I thought I would blog about my recent experience with Costco. First of all a little background. I am on vacation/break because I have been working and going to school since I got off my mission a year ago (however there is no money to prove that I have been working). My point is that during this summer I have chosen to sleep in more that normal. Yesterday my Mom come barging into my room around 9:00 am and starts listing off a million things I have to do... keep in mind that I was just awaken from a deep sleep so I was already confused as to what was going on... She said, "Brett listen, I need you to bake a batch of cookies before noon so I can take them to a luncheon. Then I need you to go to Costco to get oil, eggs, avocado, and hot dogs. Then could you wash the sheets of Landon's bed for Chad and Julie. Then if you could pick up the house please." She was very polite and nice about it. The first thing I said is, "Could you please write that all down and leave me a list before you leave with Kaley?" So the cookies and the sheets and the picking up were easy and fast. I then got in the car and headed for Costco. I flashed the Costco card and entered. Ok I have been to Costco plenty of times but never by myself. I had just a few things on my list but felt like I was a white man dropped into the middle of Tokyo!! I had no idea even where to begin. To add on to that there is no one really to ask... everyone that is in Costco seems to know exactly where to go. I was pushing a cart but getting bumped around and felt like everyone was racing to see who could shop the fastest.

I managed to get everything on my list except for the oil. I called my mother who was a little annoyed because I had called a number of times before and I asked her where I could find the oil. My mom has been shopping at Costco for maybe 30 years. She directed me through the phone to where I could find the oil. I hung up and then realized that there were what seemed to be millions of different kinds of oils. Corn oil, safflour oil, olive oil... I called my mom again and she said to get the one we always get. HELLO... I don't do this every month.... and I certainly don't pay attention to the oil we have because when do I ever use oil! Then I proceeded to check out. An old man cut me in line but I didn't say anything cause he was only buying a few items. Then as they were scanning my items they asked if Jill was there. I said no why... they said well she is the one with the account. I said well I am her son... Then the wouldn't let me use her credit card and wouldn't take my VISA credit card (who doesn't accept VISA? Hello?) So I had to use my debit card and I was lucky that I had enough money in there! Anyways that was my experience which was a little scary but I managed. When I got home to prepare for the BBQ I had to run to Safeway two more times after that to make sure we had everything!