As of late I've been driving a new vehicle. I still have my Mustang Mach E, which as saved me hundreds of precious dollars that I would prefer not go to Big Oil. But I've also been driving the CostCo Bandwagon.
When the kids were small we used to shop there regularly. We and the 18 million other residents of West Los Angeles, trying to cram into a parking lot built for a Denny's. Not a stadium-sized warehouse with enough goods to sustain a decent sized Central American country.
It was said, OK I'm saying it now, and with apologies to Jay Chiat, "Don't shop at CostCo on a Saturday unless you're prepared to leave on Sunday."
But now I'm back. Thanks in no small part to Precedent Shitgibbon. Who, despite his campaign promises, has done nothing to lower the price of groceries (a good word, no one uses it much, but it's a good word, grocer-i-e-s.)
Also and perhaps more importantly, while many companies were bending the knee to appease our new fascist overlords, CostCo stood tall, taller than a wobbly tower of pallets bearing shrink-wrapped Kirkland Paper Towels. Unlike many institutions, I'm looking at you universities of higher education, they defied the MAGA mandate to disassemble their DEI programs.
At one time we were the "Melting Pot" of the world. I know this hasn't occurred to 77 million easily conned voters, but we were also the wealthiest, most powerful nation on Earth. That's no coincidence.
I could get all preachy here and point out that without 19th century social progress -- which didn't sport a catchy acronym -- the Irish and Italians and for that matter all Catholics, would have been turned away at the shores. And Jews would never have been allowed on a golf course. Maybe that's a bad example.
The point is $5 rotisserie chickens!
If you go to your local CostCo and head to the food preparation area in the back, you will find (and probably stand on a short line) deliciously marinated, perfectly seasoned whole chickens which have just come off the spit. Moreover, these juicy birds are twice the size of the game hens they call "chicken" at your local grocery store.
There's enough high protein meat on the bone to feed a family of 12, assuming you haven't discovered Kirkland Brand Condoms.
"Rich, you sound like you are sold on CostCo?"
How sold, you might also ask.
I recently contacted my new financial advisor to sink some of my precious Stay-Out-Of-A-Dirty-Nursing-Home-Funds into CostCo stock. I'm hoping you will do the same and pass it on. And pass the chicken, please.
Nasdaq: #COST
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