today was definitely kid's day in russia in costco. christ, everywhere i turned, there was a kid strapped into a cart bawling for all it was worth. "STFU already", i wanted to say. instead, i cast hate glares and rolled my eyes in angst as the mothers trotted down the aisles oblivious to my death rays.
stupid kids...the only purpose they served was for me to cease browsing (aka stop spending needlessly) and get the hell out of the store.
$45 later, i emerged slightly annoyed but relieved when the fresh air and sun hit my face.
today was definitely kid's day in russia in costco. christ, everywhere i turned, there was a kid strapped into a cart bawling for all it was worth. "STFU already", i wanted to say. instead, i cast hate glares and rolled my eyes in angst as the mothers trotted down the aisles oblivious to my death rays.
stupid kids...the only purpose they served was for me to cease browsing (aka stop spending needlessly) and get the hell out of the store.
$45 later, i emerged slightly annoyed but relieved when the fresh air and sun hit my face.
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