“I’m off to Costco! Any requests?” I shout from the family room.
Thump-thump-thump. Footsteps tread down the stairs.
“I’m goin’ with you, mom,” teen son informs me.
My eyes narrow, instantly suspicious. “Why?”
“I’m hungry. There’s no food in this house!”
Definition for no food: lack of munchies, microwaveable fast food, and/or cans of chili.
Note: Vegetables, fruit, pasta, rice, and frozen meat products are available in refrigerator/freezer.
I hand son the keys and tell him to drive. Mmmm…it will be nice for someone to push the 2-ton cart and load the heavy boxes into the car’s trunk.
Warning: Do not take a hungry teenager to Costco! Especially a ravenous son!
Our Costco conversation:
“We need another one,” he says, pointing to the 8-pack in my hand.
“I am not buying 20 dollars worth of canned chili!”
“It’s my daily snack!” he hoists three 8-packs into the cart. “How ’bout these?”
He pulls a 12-pack of over-priced vegetable & fruit individual serving-size smoothies from cold storage. “I take these to class! Sis drinks them too! We need 2 cases.” Into the cart they go. “I’m so glad I came. You never get the good stuff.”
Good stuff= over-priced processed food/drink.
The packages and multi-packs are stacked high in the cart. My inner calculator has long since crashed. (10…20…15…12…14…oh, forget it.)
At the register, he gleefully sets the grub on the conveyor belt. “I’m starving! Can I stop at the food court for lunch?”
As if spending a zillion dollars on food wasn’t enough, we wheel the cart to the snack bar outside where he orders a gigantic sandwich.
The Good: He loaded and unloaded our haul. And put the food in the cupboards.
The Bad: He bought a calorie-laden smoothie for me. I had to drink it.
The Ugly: My pantry is filled with cans of chili.
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