Aside from the recent spate of deadly weather currently plaguing this land, the biggest news in Oklahoma City this month has to be that, after so many years of wishing, hoping and praying, we finally have a Costco in the city limits—13200 N. Western, to be exact.
And not a moment too soon either—we certainly love to show our civic pride and state patriotism by buying things in bulk at what we believe to be a nominal price. Although it’s supposedly free to look around the store, as I entered a gruff man with white hair barked at me about having a membership card. When I told him that I was only window-shopping, he got up very close to me—almost light-kissing close—and sternly warned me that I can’t buy anything, so don’t even try.
Strutting down the wide aisles, there’s seemingly deals on all the things we tell ourselves we desperately need, like brand new AirPods and other useless electronics, as well as clunky patio furniture, excessive kayaks and unreadable Dean Koontz novels. How much money you’re actually saving is debatable, but the feeling that you are saving is a downright inescapable one, somewhere on par with your first love true love and your first confirmed kill.