Another trip, another savaging of the wallet.
2 disc Citizen Kane set, the film and the excellent PBS documentary for eight bucks?
How am I supposed to pass that up?
And I needed gin- the plinth-sized bottle of Bombay Sapphire barely costs more than the small one at TJs.
Which forced the wife to browse the wine- they have this fantastic J. Lohr Cabernet for 10 bucks, cheap at twice the price.
We stocked up on Britta filters for the year and replaced all our mangy old bath towels, both easily defensible in Judge Wapner's Purchase Court.
The five pounds of chocolate chips and 8 pounds of roasted peanuts are on shakier ground, but I'm confident the evidence will be gone by the time they bring us up on charges.
In my defense, I passed on the two giant bottles of Worcestershire sauce for five bucks, didn't even look at the electronics and talked the wife out of a pair of pants.
Costco has many fine product categories but their clothes radiate a shapeless genericallity useless for anything but passing unnoticed in the Midwest.
While in the neighborhood we swung by WAMU to close out one of mom's accounts.
Their Investments kiosk was being disassembled, and a box of tissues was sitting on the stand where the monitor used to be. They had been stripped of anything larger than 20's, so we ended up with a cheerfully and deceptively fat stack.
Participating in an honest to goodness bank run was sort of exciting, even though it wasn't my account. Bailey Building and Loan they ain't.
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