The Costco ladies are conspiring against me.

Now, I like store d’oeuvres as much as the next person. And like any good Costco shopper, I move right past the demo’s of hand lotion, straight to the smoothie and pizza. I could fill up in one Saturday afternoon spent at Costco. For the most part, (and as we ALL know), this are items I don’t buy on regular basis- I mean who needs a box of 200 mini-quiches? But my theory is, a free lunch is free food. And that my friends, is what dreams are made of.

Except for this one time, I come around the corner and the lady is demo’ing tzatzki- and in case you don’t know, I LOVE Greek food. But there’s an extra bonus with this demo- mini spinach pies.  It was soooooo good. So good, in fact, that  now every time I go to Costco, I have to buy this shit. Of course, NO ONE else eats this little slice of heaven in my house, so there I am buying 60 mini spinach pies and a 1/2 gallon of tzatzki. But it gets eaten, oh yes it does.

Costco clearly wants me to remain fat. So, in the true American tradition of blaming someone else for your faults, I think the Costco demo ladies are the source of my ‘shape’ issues. Costco can bite me. As soon as I sample this new cheese they’ve got out today.