Do you remember when you were in middle school and you really wanted to go to the football game to see that boy but when you got there you ignored him all night until ten minutes before your mom was to pick you up? Then you stood there in your Keds, under the bleachers talking to him awkwardly until your mom finally beeped her horn for you to hurry your sweet seventh-grade ass to the car. Well twenty some odd years removed from middle school, I employed the same tactic yesterday in Costco. The object of my affection: an iPod.
I drove to Costco trying to convince myself we needed a few things. We need sausages, I thought, cheese, tortillas and maybe while I’m there I might swing by and take a look at their ipod selection. Maybe. Read More »