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As I sit at an atypical eating hour under cooling fall skies I’m inclined to reminisce (maybe this is why I hate the fall/winter season). The memory that comes to mind is very fond though. It’s first time I ate at a Costco food court. It was Sunday in the latter part of my Senior year in high school when life was beginning to turn around. My three buddies and I had taken off for Guitar Center (a good forty or so minutes up the road (a lengthy journey for that era of my life)). We milled around there for a few hours and developed our appetities. Our driver then drove us a little up the road to Costco and so my life of a Costcoholic began.
Of course, Costco existed to me as father shopped there and sometimes he brought home pizza but it was usually congealed and only warm by the time it hit my plate.
My buddies and I ordered the very affordable hot dog and soda combo (even then I drank diet Coke even because I overheard a kid at school say sugar caused acne and I worried ’bout those types of things then).
We talked. We laughed. There wasn’t that typical air of bad feelings either. I even remember the sun being very warming but not hot cause of that wonderful Pacific breeze that creeps into the inland areas every now and again. One friend even told me that some girl at school had a crush on me (a rarity for sure). It was a splendid time and one our last as a group. We moved on to different things and it’s never quite the same as it was that day but I’ll always have the memory of that first hot dog and old friends.
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