Tuesday, February 14, 2006

With Sincere Apologies to Ms. Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee for thy warm and tasty rotisserie chickens
that baste in the glowing flames of fire's warmth.
I love thee for the cases of caffiene free Diet Cokes that wait with such patience for me to place so gently and with such care in my cart.
For the 24 packs of Easy Mac, that my son shall fulfilleth his need for sustenance quickly and cheaply.
Lemon cake, so perfect, light and refreshing for a soul yearning to fool herself into thinking that it is healthy because it contains some form of lemon.
Else that would be false advertising, verily?
I love thee with the desperation of a mother who still needs to buyeth diapers for a child, a beautiful child, who will not yet pee in ye olde pot.
Oh Costco, I am so glad to have found thee!
Even though thou makest me pay a membership fee, I feel in my soul that you love me as well.
Thy payment of living wages to thouest employees enables me to feel good about purchasing five pounds of potato salad at one time.
Let us not soon part ways, Costco, for I shall love thee until death do us part.


Mel said...

And I love thee. What a great post!

Liz said...

Love, love, love Costco! Great post!

Suzanne said...

Hmmm. I've never been to Costco. Looks like I'm missing something special!

Piece of Work said...

Ha ha ha ha! Costco is my friend, but sometimes it's a little too CROWDED for my taste!

Anvilcloud said...

Yeah, decent wages and benefits are nice ... as is your poem.

Cuppa said...

Love the poem, don't like the store!!! Nope, not even a little bit. Give me a tiny little independently owned store any day of the week.
We didn't have a Costco near our old house, but there is one in Ottawa! Have been there a few times and feel completely overwhelmed as soon as I walk in the door.

Different strokes for different folks. Don't you just love this wonderful wide world of ours? Something for everyone.