Signs

Yesterday Maryanne and I tried to get some Christmas shopping done, but the day started out with a trip to Sam's Club. Now, I don't mean to stereotype the people who shop at Sam's Club. I'm sure there's all kinds of people who go there, and for some it's a good place to shop. However, comparing some of the prices there, many of their items are not really that much of a bargain. I can get the same prices, if not better, at the local Pick 'n Save. We picked up a few things, but only things that were actually cheaper than at the grocery store.

Of all the observations I made there, I think one sums up the experience the best. We were heading to the checkout aisles, where some of the aisles are marked for flatbed carts only. A guy, who as it turns out is involved with a catering company, pulls into one of these aisles with his flatbed cart. Ahead of him are two other customers, each with their own cart-- regular carts.

I don't know if this is a greater commentary on the customers who shop at Sam's Club, or the people that work there.

Mood: Snippy
Music: Alice in Chains: "Sea of Sorrow"