First up, the car park. They say you can judge a person by their parking ability, but at this Costco, you’re judged by your survival instincts. I swear the spaces are designed for Mini Coopers, but everyone drives a battle-scarred SUV that’s seen three owners and a minor war.
You’ll watch a dad named Dave execute a 47-point turn just to squeeze into a spot, while his kids scream from the back seat like they’re on a rollercoaster. Pro tip: park far away. Your legs will thank you for the march, and you’ll avoid the psychic damage of watching someone scrape your bumper.
