I normally do not consider myself to be any sort of a gawker... Although I am extremely observant, I will not blatantly stare, fixated on someone in a judgmental glare. Tonight, at Costco, proved to be the exception to the rule. At the end of one isle in particular, there seemed to be some kind blockade, preventing people from easily rounding the corner. At first glance, it appeared as though an exhibit had toppled over, there were boxes strewn about, a cart in the middle of the walk way surrounded by these boxes on the ground. As I got closer though, I realized it was not, in fact, a fallen display, but it was one man, riffling through some sale items. Chocolate bars. Closer still, I realized that the seemingly displaced boxes on the ground surrounding his cart, were not so displaced... but were full cases of boxed chocolate bars. He had been desperately sifting through the stacks to find entire/complete cases, continuously apologizing to those who had to navigate their way through his personal chaos. Once he felt he had enough, he started packing up his cart. It was at this point, that my curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself standing to the side, watching, and listening to him chat with the one individual who had graciously accepted his repetitive apology and in turn asked what exactly he had been doing. Now we all know that a large number of Costco shoppers own stores and frequent Costco with their Wholesale card to pick up store supplies. Admittedly, I had fully anticipated hearing that he too was a store owner, stocking up (full pun marks on that one!!) We typically have anywhere from 300 to 500 kids come through each year and we give them 2 each - we dont have any kids of our own, I cant help buy take the opportunity to spoil them... Thats when it dawned on me.... HE was the guy that owned the GOOD house... Each year, at halloween, when I was a kid, there was always one guy in the neighborhood that gave away full chocolate bars, when all the other houses handed out the boxes of chickletts, bags of chips, the loose caramels and lollipops. Now, while those other treats where the bread n butter of the halloween stash... the full chocolate bars - were the crown jewels. We all knew which one was the good house. Your friends always pointed it out and would shout to you from across the street, when going in the other direction - advising that, at the good house, if you had played your cards right, and emptied your pillow case about half a dozen houses or so, prior to reaching it (after all, you didnt want it to look TOO obvious), he took pitty on your sullen sack of candy and doubled your loot to 2 full bars, if you sang the alphabet song or some other school age appropriate melody. This... was the guy...that owned... the GOOD house. Then the realization set in on the amount of children that go to the good house in his neighborhood... 300 to 500.. and he gives out 2 to each... thats potentially 1000 chocolate bars... and my curiosity then compelled me to follow him to the checkout.. Again, My math skills are basic at best... he had 10 full cases, in his cart. Each case, contained 13 individual boxes of bars. OK.. 10 X 130 = 130 boxes. That was the easy part... each individual box.. was on sale for $10.59... It was at that point that I stopped dead in my tracks... even on my rough math skills... that was over $1300 in chocolate bars.... I was in awe struck & gobsmacked.... He said, he doesnt have kids of his own.... Still he wanted to go all out and spoil the ones he could..... All hail... that guy.. at the good house... Mr. Halloween... you totally ROCK!!!!!!!!!
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 03:01:05 +0000
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