They go through a lot of Swiffer dusters at Maribou’s job. Like, a lot a lot. You’re dealing with shelving books that probably date back a looong time and you’re putting them back on the shelf next to books that might have been sitting there even longer. So, as you reshelve, you go over the tops of everything with a quick swipe of the swiffer. Huh. That book on geometry theory in Ancient Greece dates back to the Eisenhower administration. Looks like that was the last time it was checked out… huh.
Anyway, this has the result of us periodically making the Costco trip and filling half the cart with about three cases of the things. Which means that we have to have a short handful of conversations about making sure that we keep the swiffers separated from the 8 pounds of those little Babybel cheese wheels (look, yes, it seems pricey at first but if you do a per-wheel cost analysis, you’ll see that it costs about a third of what it costs at the grocery store).
And this weekend is the weekend where we don our defensive padding and go to Costco to walk past the 80″ televisions that are now cheaper than the 65″ televisions were three years ago, then past the box sets of television shows long forgotten but still cherished enough to make one say “Only 12 bucks for season one? I used to love Parker Lewis Can’t Lose!” and then past the tables and tables of half zip knit hoodies that have 60 S, 40 M, 40 L, 20 XL, and one XXL way in the back there, under the 60 S. Someone probably hid it. Snooze you lose.
Though the cheerful people spearing small circles of sausage pierced with thin pretzels do a good job of brightening any trip and help you not give a stern lecture to the guy who thinks he’s being funny by starting a conversation where he asks “who buys 40 ounces of pâté?”
Because some people need that much.
Anyway, we’re going to Costco to pick up the swiffers and some pâté this weekend. We’ve also got the gaming thing going on come Saturday night as well as the usual trips to Whole Foods, the Pets Mart, and the various supermarkets that have the various staples without which we may as well be living back in the Eisenhower era.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)