This morning I pulled into the Costco parking lot at 9:15. Part of me knew that the store doesn’t open until 10:00, and another part of me felt hopeful that it would open at 9:00. (Another part of me can’t be bothered to take 30 seconds to look up the store hours. Sometimes I like to pretend that life is trickier than it really is. Oh, life.)
As I sat in my car (without a book or a knitting project) waiting for the Costco doors to slide open, I noticed a piece of paper flying around in the parking lot. I decided that whatever was on that piece of paper would guide me into my next adventure. (I was hoping it was a sushi menu.) I got out of my car and ran toward the paper. (No one was watching. At least that’s what I told myself. I like to live like I’m in a Lee Ann Womack song.) It blew out of my reach at least four times before I was finally able to stomp on it and pick it up.
It was not a sushi menu.
I now hold evidence showing that a Costco member purchased two hot dog/soda combos and $57 worth of razor blades at approximately 5:12 yesterday evening. After having their receipt marked by the farewell employee with the Sharpie, they walked out to their car and either dropped or threw the record of their purchase into the night.
And now I have it, and am using it as an adventure invitation. The only adventure it suggests is the shaving of all my body hair (one blade per swipe, presumably) before I feast on chicken eyes and cow lips. This is unacceptable.
Obviously, I *could* say that the receipt adventure has been loosely manifested by the fact that my birthday is on 5/12, I shaved my legs this morning for the first time in over a month, and both of my dogs are currently napping in the sun. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
Standing by in Cupertino to see what insightful and fascinating comments your other readers might possibly have in response to this post — because, other than the obvious “WTH is someone going to do with that many razor blades, and does that not take even the obscene limits of Costco’s mega-packaging beyond the wildest extreme, or are they perhaps made out of platinum?”, I’ve got nothin’.
I’m glad the dogs got a nap.
Back away from the receipt. Those razor blades are for nefarious purposes. I can only think of gangs and drugs when I think of $57 worth of razor blades. Bad guys will conceal razor blades to be used to slash enemies, and to chop up drugs and line them up on a mirror or other glass surface to snort. I am extremely knowledgeable about those things because I watch movies.
Or, you could look here for some other uses that might feed your adventurous spirit http://www.westsystem.com/ss/practical-uses-for-razor-blades/
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I just laughed-snorted out loud. The body shaving adventure is one I live daily. Good razors ARE expensive!