Cougars at Costco

When the hell did Costco warehouses become the new pickup joints in town?

I've noticed quite a change in the dress code since I started bulk shopping at the friendly local warehouse. Whereas Saturdays and Sundays are "family days" (bring all your relatives and screaming brats and fan out across the aisle so no one can pass you before you get your hands on the mayonnaise by the gallon that EVERYONE is trying to steal from you...) I find that the weeknights are patrolled by desperate lonely singles on the make...

The dress code can only be described as "Suburban Skank."

Take the cougar that was trolling last night in the cheese aisle (har har!)...
A non-descript woman in her early-40's, from the front appearing rather conservative in blouse, jacket and wool skirt flashes a smile: does she not see the 2 differents sizes of pampers in my cart? Does she not know that I am shopping for my family?

As I passed her on the way to the 2 kilogram mozzarella in the fridge she tries to hold my gaze. I avert my eyes and concentrate on the bulk shopping list. I make it past her to my relief.

Undaunted she doubles back and passes me, moving back the way she came, giving me a view of what she thinks is her best asset. As she walks away from me I notice that 1) the skirt is at least a size too small leaving nothing to the imagination and 2) the black shadow of a poorly coordinated thong is visible through the skirt, both in colour and as a bulge against her too-tight outfit.

This may be a look young girls can pull off (they don't know any better!) but on a woman this old and desperate it is just plain sad.

And to think that she dressed this way intentionally.

I got out of there fast, the evening rain hammering down and washing the smell of desperation out of the air...

I'm going to rethink my shopping strategies. Seems something weird happens to me every time I set foot in that place...