I have a love/hate relationship with Costco.
For me, it’s that retail-pimple on my shopping-nose you can’t help but pick. I hate myself before and afterwards, but squeal like a kid with a full bag of Chips Ahoy cookies when I’m there. In order to look at myself in the mirror when I get home, I’ve developed a set of rules when shopping at that supersi…
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