Anyone who knows me knows I hate big box stores. I'm very vocal on this issue and can get loud and ugly if pushed on the subject. I've nursed this prejudice since the day I became a military spouse in 1962.
In those long ago days we did our grocery shopping at the military facility's commissary. I hated every minute I spent there. They were big cavernous buildings, enormous warehouses, and nothing had been done to enhance your shopping experience. They stocked food with large families in mind.
Finally the day came when Bob retired and I could leave commissary shopping behind, I thought. After 20 years military blood flowed in Bob's veins. He never recovered. We had many a battle over whether to shop in the neighborhood or travel to a military facility to shop at the commissary. That's when Bob became the family grocery shopper. I refused to endure commissary shopping anymore.
When we moved to Oregon I was delighted to find there were no military facilities in the state large enough to have a commissary. Life was good for a few years & then someone blinked & Costco appeared. My goose was cooked.
Costco is the closest thing Bob's found in Oregon to shopping on a military facility. He will no longer buy gas anywhere but Costco. Again the battle was on over grocery shopping. Keep in mind there are now only two in this household, and we're getting older by the day. There's also the matter of freezer space. We're apartment dwellers these days & have only the freezer space in our refrigerator.
Only one person in our household eats waffles and it's not me.
Where do you store 72 waffles?
But "that's the only size box they had" he says.
Laundry detergent is another item.
This container is good for 126 loads of laundry and there are only two of us.
He buys paper towels and toilet tissue in bundles the size of a Volkswagon bus.
How long do you think it will take us to use 500 sandwich bags?
When his time comes to go I'm cremating the Costco card with him.