Since when was a trip to Costco a moment to treasure? Since Marash Girl used to make those trips with her dad. He would love to stop and chat with the fellow "guarding" the entrance, with the women "guarding" the free samples of tasty tidbits, with his old friends who would invariably be similarly strolling the aisles. A great way to get exercise in the middle of the winter . . . a great way to socialize in the middle of the week! And invariably he would hear folks chatting in Armenian -- always an excuse to interrupt them for a lively, three-way conversation.
Costco had become a family event.