Here I sit on a peaceful Saturday morning, sipping coffee and debating whether or not to brave frightening Costco on the weekend. I normally make it a Friday night stop, doing a cheap dinner and fairly calm shop without much fuss. Except that, as I wrote in a past post, during the summer my schedule goes out the window. So now I am faced with the decision between the need to get some things done and the fear of Saturday Costco. The first negative will be the parking lot. It isn't even that difficult to find a spot. The frustrating part is navigating a giant metal death machine through the shoppers who feel like they can walk here there and right down the centre of the road, just because they have an overflowing cart of bulk buys. Then there are the shoppers who will step out in front of the car without a second thought and shoot you a grumpy "I-just-spent-two-hours-in-weekend-Costco-I-dare-you-to-mess-with-me" look. ...