Costco extras

Which could apply to the food I’m going to have this afternoon and tonight or the conversation my wife overheard there yesterday. See while I was busy eating too much pizza, my wife was standing in full view and not hiding behind a corner or anything of this Costco tencho, or branch manager, and his cronies while he complained to them. Mostly about the customers, it seemed. He couldn’t stand they were feeding the pigeons for one, oh he wanted to get rid of those damn pigeons. He wanted to look for their pigeon nests to sweep them out and was thinking of calling in an expert from Fukuoka, some nest hunter, to do just that. Problem was the guy was really expensive. He also hated that the store was near Mazda Stadium where the Carp play (you’d think he’d like the free advertising it gets whenever a game’s on TV and all the shots of the outfield with Costco’s big ass name right above the bleachers) and that its fans could get parking free for three whole hours. All they had to do is buy something. 

“They could buy a single banana and get three hours parking free!” he said. 

When in Costco can you ever buy a single banana, or a single anything for that matter that wasn’t the size of your own chest? Then he went on about the cost of land here and how it was the most expensive out of any of the Costco locations, though when he looked it up he found out it was number two, the price in Fujisawa (that’s in the Yokohama area) being higher. My wife said the dude had no ai for Hiroshima, no love. He was clearly an outsider sent down here, probably a Giants fan. And he had contempt enough to rail against his own store and the customers in it in full view of a paying customer. 

Also a Costco extra: comfy comfy sofas, or a set of loveseat chairs as the box seemed to say. It was because of this row of sofas I was able to negotiate the vastness and oversized corridors of Costco without burning myself out with exhaustion. First came the long march to the back of the store where the food is stashed and I made that easily, or anticipation made it easy for me, then finding the penne pasta with tons of shrimp on it and the blueberry tart had me jazzed enough I felt like I was walking on very supportive clouds. After that, the sofas, and I probably stayed there for twenty minutes, a half hour. Maybe it was a whole hour, I'm not sure. Then I’d go out and look at the cheeses and the drinks, a big ol corner of space that covered, and hit the sofas again. We arrived in Costco around 3:00, got out around 8:30. I left feeling better than I had after Jusco or Fuji Grand.

So, yea me.