Whether it's extra bigass fries, a gentleman's latte or law school in the wholesale store, you don't have to wait 500 years to relive the memories of Mike Judge's Idiocracy right in modern-day Denver.
Welcome to Costco, I love you
Not yet to the point of self-referential images taped to their chests, it’s still strange to have a greeter at the entrance of a store. When greeters start telling me (and every other visitor) their feelings, I’m going to stop shopping altogether. Or when law school becomes an added in-store feature, whichever happens first.
So, you can’t get brawndo from the water fountain, and there aren’t pictorial representations of medical maladies for the receptionists, but you can probably get better treatment as a result.