Costco Dependent

My dad regularly got the hot dog lunch at Costco because he liked to watch how the business ran while he ate. He’d also buy cheap pants there and then have them customized by his tailor, getting perfectly fitting dress pants at a fraction of the cost. So I can relate to this piece by Jordan Michelman in Taste: I Want to Live Like Costco People.”The scale of items at Costco sometimes demands we answer questions beyond easy comprehension. Do I need a 300-gram bag of premium orange chicken puffs? What the hell even are premium orange chicken puffs? … I’m open to the concept of a yuzu citrus snack nut mix, perhaps to enjoy beneath my new Costco palapa, but do I desire three whole pounds of it? Every time I go to Costco, I stop and look at the 62 ounces of peanut M&M’s, and I think of my father, who loved to purchase this snack in bulk. I do not purchase the M&M’s for myself, but I do often take a picture—sometimes to text my mom, so we can remember Dad together for a moment, and sometimes just to keep for myself.”