I had to go to Costco today because I promised Number 7 I would buy her some seaweed.
She loves seaweed.
But with the coronavirus hysteria, the whole world is apparently preparing for the apocolypse, and even waiting until 5:30 PM on a Sunday when Costco closes at 6 was not late enough to avoid the doomsday population.
Let me sidebar for a minute.
Right across from the Costco there is a La-Z-Boy furniture store.
My kids have to say the name every time we drive by that store, especially Number 7.
She says pretty much the same thing every time she sees the sign.
Number 7: LAZ (pronounced like jazz) BOY. It doesn’t say lazy. It says LAZZ. Why did they spell it like that if they want people to say lazyyyyyy? What exactly is La-Z-Boy anyway? What do they sell in there?
Okay, back to Costco.
Since the plague is headed this way, the whole world was buying all the non-perishables in Costco.
And of course, the carts were all over the parking lot and the sidewalk.
I SWEAR TO GOD I DIDN’T SAY ONE THING ABOUT THE CARTS.
But I might have vented about people not returning them in the past in front of the kids.
Number 7 got out of the car and grabbed a cart.
She was a little bit annoyed. 😏
And she yelled,
HEY MOM — THESE PEOPLE SHOULDN’T HAVE COME TO COSTCO. THEY SHOULD HAVE GONE ACROSS THE STREET.
LAZY BOY STORE.
That was a good one.
And she’s right.