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What's with the bumps at the entrance of every Costco? Rolling a cart over them is annoying.
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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Membership is worth it just for the hot dogs and pizza.
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May 9, 2020 12:06
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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Costco still delivers yo!
Will they still deliver a TV and mount it to the wall?
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May 11, 2020 08:35
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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I got a TV from Costco three weeks ago- the delivery company will set it on your porch or in your garage but not come inside the house.
What about three flights of super narrow stairs?
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May 12, 2020 05:06
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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There's a panel lottery with TCL though.
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May 12, 2020 11:31
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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Lots of terrible opinions on multi use appliances that require you to learn TECHNIQUE
I bought an egg steamer because boiling water is just too many variables.
Give in to a kitchen full of single use electrics and you can shut off your brain and just be a food robot that gets consistent results.
As soon as Amazon or Costco stocks an electric bean frencher, I'm right there on it. Consistently frenched beans every drat time.
Electrify that poo poo!
Is that what they're calling the unused onion dispenser now?
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Aug 16, 2020 09:34
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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I got these to snack on / wife bake with, but these are also super good small treats for bunnies. Usually freeze dried stuff is super expensive or has a bunch of preservatives. Rabbits go hog loving wild for sugar.
I want video of your rabbit eating some. :3
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Sep 7, 2020 06:14
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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Costco Carl
Carl stood patiently at the entrance to The Costco as the sun set, waiting to greet any members to the warehouse. Of course, it had been quite some time since he had the pleasure of doing so. The Final War and the subsequent death fog had put a damper on foot traffic, yet Carl’s belief in his employer’s brand was unshakeable. Like some others, the Kirkland Signature Reinforced Bunker had saved his life, and Carl was not one to be ungrateful.
“Ah, the discounts, the selection!”, Carl quietly whispered to himself with a grin. Surely this month would be the one to draw all the members back to the warehouse. He had made sure to emphasize the steep savings on all the seasonal items during his radio broadcast ads. Carl had always been a meticulous warehouse employee, even in his early associate days. His colleagues had mocked his dedication to the work. Carl remembered the false courtesies and politeness when he mentioned that he had officially added “Costco” in front of his first name, Carlos. Things did not improve when he shortened Carlos to Carl, or when he subsequently dropped Carl altogether and the other associates refused to call him by his legal name of “Costco”. They told him he was a fool for stocking shelves and tidying the warehouse while the nations of the world destroyed each other. He noted that many of those same employees had chosen to purchase more expensive brands, rather than the Kirkland Signature Certified Death Fog Filtered Mask. Obviously they had chosen poorly. Carl now worked alone in the warehouse, but this fact he did not mind. He had devised ways to manufacture Kirkland products when the supply chains had broken down. The members would appreciate these once loved products. Customer service was incredibly important at Costco, for without customers, Costco was nothing.
At first, Carl thought that he was imagining the figure in the parking lot. The fog did like to play tricks on the mind, especially at night. But the outline of the approaching figure quickly became clearer as they ran towards Carl through the vast and empty parking lot. Carl waved and immediately ushered him indoors into the inviting glow of the warehouse.
“May I see your Costco Card, please”, Carl asked.
The figure presented the white piece of plastic and removed their mask, revealing the face of a middle aged man. To Carl’s displeasure, the man’s face did not match the membership photo.
Noticing the reaction, the man hastily said “It belongs… belonged... to my father. Please, my family just needs a few basic supplies.”
Carl paused for a moment in deliberation, before deciding to allow the man to shop, figuring that there was no way that he would turn down the membership fee at the register after filling up a cart full of items. And hell, someone needed to eat all the samples that he had prepared at the ends of the aisles.
As expected, the man was in awe of the warehouse. Carl walked with him to the exact location of each requested item. This was true customer service. On several occasions, as the pair was quickly walking down an aisle, the man would suddenly stop, dumbstruck at the low price of the menswear or some bag of chips before greedily throwing the item into his cart.
The man had stopped at one point with a disappointed look on his face to ask, “I heard a rumor that you might sell meat? I haven’t seen any though…”
Carl knew this was a stupid question, everyone knew that the refrigerated meat section was always at the back of every warehouse. But it wouldn’t do to insult the man. Customer service, Carl reminded himself. “Of course, sir. We also have plenty of whole roasted chickens left.” Carl allowed himself some pleasure in seeing the man’s reaction as he showed these to him.
In the end, the man had to use two carts and Carl helped push one of them to the check out register. Carl began ringing up the items, embracing the building excitement with his body. This was the moment he truly lived for. When the member would see the total cost of their trip, and would see just how huge their savings were. Carl finally handed the man a long receipt. The man received it gingerly, and began to tremble with joy upon seeing the final total.
“Oh, I almost forgot sir. Would you like anything from the food court?”, asked Carl.
The man’s eyes widened as they fell upon the sign that displayed the ¼ plus all beef hot dog and soda (with refill).
“You have BEEF? But… there are no more cows…how...?”
Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of Costco’s most famed item. “Oh yes, of course. Still only a dollar fifty after all these years. In fact, I will prepare one for you myself right now.”
The man said nothing in response, and simply dropped to his knees and wept as Carl rushed into the food preparation area.
As Carl lowered his naked body into the large hopper that fed his custom made 100% all beef hot dog maker, he prayed that corporate would forgive him for the lie that he was about to feed to the member. He knew they would eventually look past this one transgression. Was literally satisfying a member’s need not the ultimate form of customer service? And if anything, Carl was indeed an exemplary associate.
Incredible.
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Sep 12, 2020 20:45
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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They need to fix their cover wrap. I have to puncture it with a knife every time. Let me peel it off!
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Sep 17, 2020 14:03
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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I'm addicted to unsalted cashews.
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- Jubs
- Jul 10, 2006
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The Costco near me in Los Angeles has stopped selling Bitchin' Sauce.
Not sure how I'm going to ration the last container in my fridge.
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