'cuz looking at the typical costco customer and their tick-fat cracker clan accompanying them (and sweet jesus, there's no way not to be swarmed by them like a naked virgin mary in a zombie wedding fantasy) makes me feel like maybe i should go home and put a shotgun in my mouth?
Oh, I hear ya, friend. Fuq'n frightening to be sure. When I shop Costco, I have a battle plan mapped out ahead of time, and head directly to business, always looking straight ahead, never making eye contact with the Blutos running amok.
And stay away from the free sample stations. Navigating around them is like trying to head upstream through a buffalo stampede...
go 1/2 hour before closing. problem solved.