I don’t know what was going on but clearly this was intentional so I’ll share this experience and you can make of it what you will.
I was at Costco on this sunny Sunday afternoon. I was in one of my normal, ‘I don’t really give a fuck’ moods which means I’m not going to get upset but if you fuck with me, I’m going to call you out on it and not even think once about it regardless of who you are. I’m 6ft in my running shoes, and over 200lbs with a lot of that in my upper body so even much bigger guy think twice before they get in my face. Although I think this is mostly irrelevant to the story, but you never know.
Anyway, I’m looking for some brush head replacement for an electric toothbrush over in pharmacy. I ask a guy who says that they’re on the other side of the store with the actual base units of another type of brush.
I tell him that I checked and they’re not there but he insists, so I trundle over with my overflowing basket to check this out. I’m pretty sure he’s full of shit but I can’t imagine that he would send me on a wild goose chase, right?
I get there, no brush heads. But beforehand, I park my basket. The store is completely fucking packed so you don’t want to be navigating with one you can barely see over.
I go up and down each adjacent aisle just be to be sure - nothing. I go to retrieve my basket, and it’s gone. Another one is parked in it’s place.
Clearly someone had taken mine and moved it - right?
Now, you’d think I’d be pissed off. Au contraire. I’m on some powerful mood stabilizers (topiramate), max dose I think. So pretty much nothing actually pisses me off. I WILL still tell you to fuck yourself, but I won’t be upset when I do it. It’s kinda weird. It’s said more as helpful advice than as an epithet. That’s the best way I can describe it.
Anyway, the items in the cart were some big ass things that it would take me all of 5 minutes to replace, so it was no big deal. I figured, I may as well finish my search for the brush heads so I return to the pharmacy area.
Well, there is my cart. I grab it start down the aisle with the dental products. About half way down I turn around and notice a group of people who seem to be looking in my direction. I just start laughing. I’m not sure why. I guess I figured if it was in fact an intentional deception, I suppose they thought I would never come back to where I started and where the person who gave me the bad advice had been, so the joke was on them.
The other possibility is that someone legitimately took the wrong basket, but I find that extremely difficult to believe. I mean I had a fucking 1000lb capacity hand truck in there, a huge box for an electronic kitchen garbage can and a box for a Galaxy Note 2 tablet. These are all pretty obvious and hard to mistake. And that’s not to mention the family size bottle of Bailey’s.
Anyway, no harm no foul I guess. But it did really worsen my mood such that somebody in the parking lot was staring at me for my music being too loud. Oh, too fucking bad. For 2 minutes it will take you to get out of the lot, deal with it shit head.