I do not understand why people aren’t satisfied with the uppermost (open) case of whatever when there’s a large stack (and, let’s face it–everything is stacked at Costco). I watch them struggle to lift 4 or 5 cases so they can pick one box of raisins from the 5th level down. I get if there was one left on top that was crushed or some other moron opened…but, really?
The other one is the family of 5 that walk next to each other (think front line of an NFL team) while pushing the cart as slowly as possible down the ‘wrong’ side of the aisle.
Every table in the food court being taken by individuals leaving no room for families.
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Back when I was a kid and I’d go to Costco with my family, if there were no tables we’d ask to share. If we get rejected, ask another. Never had issues finding seating. Even now my introverted ass will ask if I can take a spot at a table if there are none.
What the hell, I need to sit next to some rando and not at a free table because you feel special for having kids and might want to site there?
Peak main character syndrome.