I made it in and out of the fearfully huge warehouse of Costco tonight in twelve minutes. Woo-hoo! After my ballet class (taught by Mr. Enrollment Bait, charming as ever), it was near closing time, but I dashed over since we were running out of apple juice.The trick to being fast is not getting a shopping cart. With five gallons of apple juice and a packet of fish fillets in the shoulder bag, one is motivated to head for the checkout line immediately.
Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to avoid seeing the Elmo-chair. Elmo has been trapped in the form of a chair! I am afraid that anyone sitting there would be immediately tickled by hidden arms.
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GREAT strategy. I rarely go, because I never get out having spent less than $150!
We have an Elmo chair, too, only ours just has a picture of Elmo on it. Would this one delight or frighten children?
ELMO CHAIR HUNGRY! ELMOS CHAIR WILL EAT YOUR SHOULDERBLADES!
Don't turn your back on the elmo chair.
i avoid costco, as, like at ikea, i manage to spend at $100 more than i planned to per visit.
luckily, elmo is not yet on bumblebee's radar. is there a more annoying puppet on tv?
thank you, jenny, for saying EXACTLY what i was thinking. seriously, that chair looks like it wants to eat any small children naive enough to move into grasping range. i'm glad i'm reading this in the morning, so i have all day to work on getting that image out of my head, otherwise i'd be having nightmares. :-P
I didn't renew my BJ's card b/c after having spent hundreds of dollars on things in bulk, that just go bad after a few months. And am I the only one who just doesn't see anything cute about Elmo? My kids either.
Thank goodness your arms were too full to purchase scary Elmo chair. Whew!
I swear there is a black hole at Costco that eats up my spare time. I can never get out of there in under 45 minutes or spend less than $100.
I'm glad that I'm not the only one who thinks that chair is a bit scary.
That is my shopping strategy too. I just get the little handheld basket so I'm limited by the sensation of my arm being ripped out of its socket.
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