So I went to Costco without a membership, I snuck around the card readers, I didn’t want to wait in line to get an actual membership or one day pass. They caught me in the store and asked me to leave or go to the service desk and get a membership. Instead of leaving I demanded
I came out of the closet to some of my family today and made it blatantly clear I’m a Trump-loving, America first, MAGA MAHA, God worshipping, conservative today. Where’s my round of applause, I was forced to hide who I really was for so long, sure I might get disowned but at
I don’t care that SNAP isn’t funded.
We’ve been dirt poor. I cut everything, no extras, no salons, dyed my own hair, did my own nails, budgeted like our life depended on it, and fed my family rice & beans for days.
It was brutal, but it built us. It taught grit, discipline, and
That girl could be me. She could be my daughter, my cousin, my friend, my neighbor.
And I’m supposed to just stay quiet? Pretend it doesn’t matter?
If I speak up, I’m the racist, the bigot, the “Nazi”, the problem.
No. I’m done.
White lives matter too.
I just don’t understand because although I’m a valid Sam’s Club member I was told I could come to Costco for the opportunity to try their amazing hotdogs for only $1.50, and when I got here some people were handing them out for free! Now suddenly no more free hotdogs and I’m
I found out I was pregnant with my first at 19 years old.
I was a regional manager on salary, living in my own apartment, paid my own bills, had my life pretty much in order.
I was told by people near and dear to me “there were options,” that we could “go to a clinic
When we found out I was pregnant with our first, everyone said we were making a mistake.
I was just a screwed up kid.
We were too young.
We didn’t know what we were doing.
We didn’t have the money.
The negativity was overwhelming.
In some respects, the naysayers were right.
I watched my city burn because a black criminal was “murdered” by a white cop. I had to sit through years of BLM screaming at me that black lives mattered more than mine. I watched as my own community leaders bent over backwards to excuse crime and violence if the perpetrator was
Guys calm down, I’ll only burn down one or two Costcos, peacefully. Then they’ll know that, I, a Sam’s club member, truly have a place here at Costco. Some cashiers may get hurt but it’s a price I’m willing to pay (not actually pay, I like things for free).