I love you. I loved you when you were Price Club. I love buying in bulk. Bricks of cheese. Laying in provisions. The pioneer spirit in a giant shopping cart. I was sad to have to trade my Price Club card for a Costco card . I was a part of the original acolytes. But you wanted to be Costco and so I had to embrace the change.
Last summer you saved me when I had that big traveling to Wisconsin fiasco and forgot my driver's license but the airline let me fly anyway because of my picture on my Costco Executive Membership! I still can't believe that happened by the way. Was it the Costco part? The implications and mystery of executive membership? You were the reason I actually made it to Knitting Camp!
My laptop recently shit the bed. (this is a new expression I have co-opted from a friend – you like?) Do you remember that I bought it from you back in April of 09? Yes you do remember – which is great because I sure didn't! Did I have my receipt? Hell no. Was that a problem for your concierge? No ma'm! How great is it that you have a concierge?! And now things are gonna get fixed!