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|As high as the sky...|
The first time I went to a Costco, I had an anxiety attack, seriously. The shelves went way up to the sky, disappearing in a metal vaulted ceiling. Products were at the reaching level, but above that were the fork-lift products: cellophane wrapped boxes of Scott ™ facial tissue, at least two hundred pounds of them; or, maybe another hundred bottles of olive oil ready to be put on the shelves. These loaded shelves towered over me, the consumer, and I had an anxiety attack.
|Would you like a sample, ma'am?|
|Do you think we have enough, honey?|
After we spent about a million dollars, we all got some frozen yogurt ($1.50 for 12 ounces) and sat on the picnic tables outside. The girls ate it all. I was too stuffed to move—all that free food.