Costco

Jared and I recently became real live adults - we got a Costco membership. Our membership cards now serve as not only our ticket into the warehouse, but as a symbol of our adulthood. This type of adulthood goes beyond legal recognition by the government that you are no longer a minor. The right to vote, the unnecessity of guardian consent, the eligibility to join the military, and all of the other things that go along with turning that magical age of 18 pale in comparison to the responsibilities and opportunities that are opened to you with a Costco membership. Once you flash your little membership card at the door, you are hurtled into a wonderland of shopping. And with that little membership card comes great responsibility. Once in that warehouse, you are surrounded by products that speak to your adulthood. Groceries, practical clothing (like dress socks and polo shirts), household appliances, furniture, etc. So why is it that upon entering Costco, we become like kids in candy store? Our wallets start burning holes in our pockets (or purses) and our eyes sparkle with the shopping wonder that surrounds us. And amidst all of that excitement and wonder, we are supposed to remain responsible adults and not spend money on things we don't need. The ability to remain calm and shop prudently in the face of so many wonderful items at such great prices requires an intestinal fortitude great enough to withstand the punches of impulse buying. And that kind of responsibility is what makes you a real adult.