For those of you who know me, you know that I have an affinity for a certain store. A certain store that in my eyes is the store to beat all stores. I often go there when I'm hungry, and even when I'm not. I go when I'm happy, sad, anxious, and lonely. This store cures all ailments and is always a constant in my routine.
This is why in Mexico when things were not as "happily ever after" as I had hoped, I asked to go to the one place that would make it all better...the one place that could and would make me feel whole again.
That's right. Costco. And you know what? It is the exact same as in good old Utah. Down to the Polish dogs, and Churros.
And it did make me feel better. Just knowing that I can walk into any Costco in the world and march right over to those yummy chocolate chip cookies (in the EXACT same spot as in my Costco), and with a few more steps be eating a delectable piece of chicken pot pie served to me by the Ethnic counterpart of Ruth (my favorite sample lady because she never calls me out when I go back twice, or 3 times. She just pretends that it's my first visit to her booth. "Made with real chicken", she says, as I nod and enjoy my third helping). Jeez. Sorry, I can never stop a confession once started. ANYHOW...I just can't help but feel that Costco is one of the many things right in the world.