Another Piece of Plastic

Today I got another piece of plastic to add to my ever growing collection of plastic cards in my wallet. Each one reminding me of my ever growing responsibilities as an adult every time I open it up. There's the debit card, the credit card, the student ID (reminding me about tuition. d'oh!), my phone card, my Smith's card and now... my Costco card.

The Costco card was a gift from my parents so all I had to do was go up to the membership desk, give them an address and business name, pose for a quick picture and wait for them to hand me my year-long pass into this Grownup Disneyland.

I wandered in and out of the isles looking at all the wonderful things this warehouse had in store for me. If I had money. I tried to think of something I needed. But everything I thought of didn't require so much of it that buying it in bulk was necessary. I watched mothers wrestle their children back into their carts and hiss the word NO with such force that even I was tempted to put the few items I had picked up back on the shelf.

I wandered over to the Costco optometrist who with one quick movement fixed the glasses that had been hanging on my face crookedly since Christmas when my brother sat on them. And she fixed them for free. And gave me a big smile.

I ate a whole meal at their little food nook for $1.91.

On my way out, I filled my gas tank up with Costco gas for $1.79/gallon. Quite the steal!

Yes, yes... I think I like my new Costco life. Even though I feel like I've been playing dress-up all morning. Just pretending to be an adult for a little while. But every time I open my wallet, there they are. The shiny plastic cards of reality.