By Rachel Barnard
It's tradition to go to Costco. For us that is. We've been married ten years and every anniversary we come back for the dollar fifty special. It's always a buck fifty. Has been from our very first date. Some things have changed. They used to sell coke and now they sell Pepsi, but my Roger doesn't drink soda and I don't particularly mind the Pepsi. We don't need the 20 oz., 12 used to be plenty for me.
We went to the first warehouse the year it opened in 1983 for our first date. Times were simpler back then. Seattle was different. We still have our Costco membership from 1983, even though you don't need it now to get into the food court area.
I was born in New York, so the Hebrew National brand is something I have always liked, always been familiar with, but the Costco craze, now that is something entirely different.
Costco was always different and not all folks liked that. You had to pay to get in, like a private club. The floors were industrial. The spacing was enormous. You couldn't shop at Costco to feed one person, you had to have a family.
Roger and I couldn’t have kids, but we went to Costco faithfully nonetheless. We made a lot of casseroles and froze them to make sure we used all the vegetables. I made quite a few pies back then too, so none of our fruit surplus went to waste.
It's hard to find parking nowadays and Costco is veritably a zoo on Saturdays. Since we're retired, Roger and I like to go Wednesday mornings when it's most quiet even though it's still packed with people.
We find a spot far out in the parking lot, almost to the gasoline station and park. Roger backs into the spot until we are perfectly aligned. It is a long walk to the front of the store. The sounds of people erupt once we step inside, like opening a curtain to a busy window. We stride slowly, arm in arm toward the food court and our hot dog date tradition.
About The Author
Rachel Barnard’s greatest accomplishments have been eating an entire half gallon of ice cream in one sitting, winning a boot toss, and writing a novel about herself. Rachel Barnard wishes she were taller, that chocolate had no calories, and that books could be eaten after they were read. Rachel Barnard resides in the Pacific Northwest and loves to dress up, talk about writing and books, and dance. Rachel Barnard primarily writes young adult books, including Ataxia and the Ravine of Lost Dreams, At One’s Beast, and Donuts in an Empty Field (For the Love of Donuts Book 1).