For many years I was hesitant about getting a Costco membership. It was due to my experiences as a guest over the years. My experience with Costco started when I was invited by my Sister to go shopping with her. I was unfamiliar with Costco but she explained how the prices were great for the amount of product you were getting. I wasn’t convinced about the need for bulk shopping, preferring to stick to with visits to Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods a couple of times a week. However, my sister was all about Costco, and with good reason, there are things that are better in bulk when you have children such as laundry detergent and toilet paper. I will confess that I’d never seen someone do as much laundry as my sister was did and does. Nevertheless, I conceded and went with her to Costco to buy a few things that might be of use to me, like shaving razors and peanut butter for example. What I didn’t expect was the road or aisle rage that awaited me. As I calmly walked the isles entertaining my niece and nephew and in awe of the products available, I realized quickly than slow and steady wasn’t going to work for those around me. I could see the rage contained within the glass shell of civility that oncoming carts and their maneuvers were trying to maintain as I found myself in their path. My ankles would suffer the most as I would get hit from behind by aisle ragers who had no patience for my style of shopping. I would turn around expecting an apology but all I would get was sneers by those who I assume felt that I didn’t know how things worked, and the others would just pretend nothing happened. At the end of my first trip I didn’t know what to make of my first Costco experience but I laughed it off. I wondered if just like rush hour on the freeway, maybe this was rush hour on the Costco isles, filled with overworked and stressed out shoppers just trying to get home. After a few more tries at different times of the day, I started to realize that Costco Crazy was a real phenomenon. I visited every Costco in my city and my experience was always the same, eventually I confided in my sister and asked her if she’d experienced something similar. Her response was not what I expected, she said to me “I already know what I need, and where it’s at, so I can get in and out”. That was not what I was expecting, I realized that I was throwing a wrench in everyone’s wheel. I was the newbie, not knowing how the system works, therefore testing everyones patience. My next trip I started to build on people cues, there was the “I’m not stopping”, “get out of my way”, “you’re fine where you’re at”, or my favorite, the “you’re taking too long without grabbing something” look. I was now assimilating to the Costco culture and my ankles were thanking me for it. Eventually I would purchase my own membership and go on to upset a few more people but less than in my rookie days. Costco crazy is still a real thing, but now I’m accustomed to it and it’s become an integral part of my shopping experience, as I observe with amusement at the madness that surrounds me.