Imagine 200 people outside this building, pushing carts the size of small Caribbean islands, stuffed with 75 pounds of pretzels. That's Costco on a Saturday.

Two months ago, Josh and I made reservations to skydive on October 12.

When the day finally rolled around, it was too windy to jump. Ugh, buzzkill. The good news is that we had loads of stuff to do around the house, including cleaning and cooking, because we were to host my entire family the next day. I'm talking 30+ people for dinner. For that caliber of meal, you can't beat Costco.

Have you ever been to Costco on a Saturday?

It's like the worst traffic jam you've ever been in, except with only pedestrians and they're all pushing super-sized carts and not paying attention to anything other than FREE SAMPLES. It's horrible, and the only place that brings out an uglier side of humanity is the airport. People become crazed animals at Costco, specifically on a Saturday, which has to be their busiest day of the week.

I managed to maneuver through folks digging through piles of sweat pants, old men ravenous for a complimentary taste of chips made of sprouted seeds, and moms stock piling cleaning products. Seriously, you'd think people are training for a laundry/dishwashing/Swiffer Ironman. I will admit that this is the only setting where I've seen literally everyone participate in the "zipper method" merge.

If only we could take our Costco navigation skills to the freeways, the world would be a better place.

I managed to score a 8-pound pork butt roast, a gallon of mango salsa, a roaster ($33!), and a thousand pretzel buns. In the end, it was worth the trip, as the food turned out great! 'Til next time, Costco, I bid you farewell.

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