Couldn’t find any Weeping Angels. 
CostCo doesn’t sell alcohol in their stores; only some locations that have a separate attached liquor store. And kids are not allowed into that store. And customers are not allowed to take purchases from the liquor store into the main CostCo store.
So parts of your story don’t seem accurate.
My Costco sells alcohol in the main store. Maybe yours doesn’t BC of a blue law thing??
I’ve been in a Costco in Maui. Sold Alcohol. Not in a separate store - it was next to the vegetables. Kids were allowed in the store. My 12 year old followed me around while I bought beer. I put my beer in the cart and wandered around the rest of the store.
So your experience at Costco is not exactly the same as everyone else’s experience.
Now my local Costco does not sell alcohol. But then in my part of Canada, we’re pretty restrictive.
Take your pick:
A friend gave me something similar to this,but it was a crucifix inside the glass, with an uplight below it, and it rotated!’
I said “Cool, you got it because it’s tacky!” “No, I got it because I thought it was pretty.” Whoops.
Collector’s plates, especially when the subject of the plate is something kitschy in itself.
OMG I want the Last Supper After Dinner Mints!
There was that art piece called Piss Christ. That was pretty tacky.
But really, anything posted on People of WalMart.
My California Costco sells plenty of alcohol. Wine, beer, Vodka, skull Tequila, that champagne with the neat decorative copper-strapped bottles…you name it.
The only restriction I’ve seen posted (aside from the age limits) are that it’s not eligible for their “bulk purchases” program—so you can’t literally buy a prepacked semi-trailer full of liquor. From them, anyway.
No, but almost EVERYONE is scantily clad there; I’ve been to enough. 
You don’t need hot waitresses, believe me.
Hmmph. It’s not all bad, I’ve somehow got on their mailing list for years, and I’ve been secretly coveting thisbit of tackiness and some of the barware.
TPC Sawgrass is about a mile and a half from the beach.
I drove by a house that had a large collection of the “classical” naked lady statues in the back yard, along with some “orbs”. It looked like naked classical bowling.
Also, I now want that backyard yeti. I shall love him and hug him and pet him and name him George.
Quick Hijack… you must be a “neighbor” of my Mom. She lives in a retirement village just across the street from the high school (Mecklenburg). She even mentioned the planes flying over with banners.
I know that McNaughton’s One Nation Under God has been discussed on here before, but it deserves a place in this thread. For those who don’t know, the page is interactive, with popups identifying things when you point to them, in case, for example, you didn’t realize that Jesus is handing us the US Constitution.
http://jonmcnaughton.com/content/ZoomDetailPages/OneNationUnderGod.html
I have two it’s hard to choose from, surprisingly I saw both travelling in Java some years back.
One was a two bedroom bungalow near a beach we rented which featured a sunken , fully carpeted, conversation pit ala 1960! Were that not enough, in the front garden, nestled among the flowers, beside the reflecting pond were two oddly fashioned statues of Roman Greco wrestlers! It was a thing of beauty! I’m sure I have a photo somewhere.
We took a long train journey across the island. The scenery was breathtaking, it was really lovely. Of course, at every stop vendors came on the train with the usual goods, tourist trinkets, snacks, drinks etc. as evening fell the nature of the goods shifted to include: A mongoose and a cobra, badly taxidermied, and locked in mortal combat. Beyond hideous! An item, I knew, from the moment I laid eyes on it, my husband would insist on purchasing. I could see them coming down the aisle of the traincar, every time. And every time, it was an epic battle to keep him from buying the damn thing. The final few hours of what had been a lovely train journey, ruined by stop after stop, fight after fight. I was never so happy to get off a damn train!
Back in 1983 I was at O’Hare airport in Chicago, waiting for a friend who was changing planes.
I love airports, they are great for people watching.
An older couple was also in the waiting area. They looked normal, were dressed normal, and acted normal. ** UNTIL**. He said something to her I couldn’t hear. She reached in her purse, stood up, and with the clippers she’d retrieved began to trim his ear hair!!!. Then, when done, he tilted his head back and she clipped his nose hairs!!
What do I win for having the tackiest story? LOL
Reminds of when I leaned over and pulled one of those long white hairs out of my boss’s eyebrow. It was pure reflex and luckily we were also friends!
My wifes ex boss that used to floss at the table in a restaurant after lunch.