For the last six months, I have lived three blocks from a Costco.
I know some of you read that and immediately became green with envy—three blocks! In my case, proximity has meant two things and two things only.
First, in the morning as I’m heading to work I am greeted by the wonderful smell of baking bread (they really do bake bread on site!). And second? I must avoid if at all possible driving on the streets immediately adjacent to the store on Saturdays and Sundays because Costco shoppers are take-no-prisoners kind of drivers.