There is a Costco about a mile from my new apartment in Brooklyn, so I paid $45 for membership privileges there when I moved in, anticipating making it back in all the savings I would reap on their low-priced goods. I never seem to have time to shop there, though, so today, when I was nearby and dropped in for the first time, a few things hit me: I am unlikely to recoup my $45 there; the reason is that I am not a Costco person; furthermore, leaving aside the $45, which I now regret, I have no desire to be a Costco person.

That, of course, makes me evil in the eyes of the “we know what’s best for you” right wing.

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