Sunday I went to Costco for hamburgers and came home with a vacuum cleaner.
I’d like to think it was my reward for surviving the Costco parking lot without committing murder or at least swearing, but maybe not so much.
My experiences at Costco have gotten me to thinking about this post from last December that I needed to remember in July…
I was maneuvering laboriously, with stops and starts, through the parking lot at Costco yesterday, thinking for the millionth time that the Costco parking lot is either an outer ring of hell or a brilliant opportunity for spiritual formation.
