Scene 1 (two weeks ago)
I see the Tangled DVD on sale at Costco, grab it, hug it to my cheek, and start jumping up and down and squealing with delight. Two stodgy middle-aged men next to me stare disapprovingly.
Scene 2 (almost every time I go)
Everyone else shepherds heavy carts of stuff to the checkout, while I stand in line with a lone milk carton, a veggie, and sometimes a cheap DVD on the ground in front of me. Sometimes I open up my new bag of Kirtland dried fruit and EAT IT right in front of other line-standers to feel like even more of a Costco renegade. In your face, baldy!
Scene 3 (EVERY TIME I go)
I have to suppress a giggle when I pass these in the frozen section:
Because I always, ALWAYS, read,