So, it turns out Costco isn’t all that pleasant to deal with. My dad is slowing down so my mom wanted to change the membership over to her name instead of his. The people at Costco weren’t all that helpful at first.

Me: My dad is unable to use his membership so much so I’d like to change the membership to my mom’s name.
Costco: WHAT’S THE CARD NUMBER?
Me: Well, I can tell you that my mom’s not on the account.
Costco: Well, GIVE ME THE ACCOUNT NUMBER.
Me: 7111..
Costco (interrupting angrily): THAT’S NOT THE CARD NUMBER, THAT’S THE CREDIT CARD NUMBER.
Me: Hell, how am I supposed to know? Let me read the whole number first. (Keep in mind that I don’t have a Costco credit card, just a membership card and that’s what I was reading off of.)

I finally get her the number.

Costco: YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING WITH THIS ACCOUNT. IT’S TOO LATE, NOW THAT YOUR DAD IS DEAD.
Me: I didn’t say he was dead, I said he’s unable to use the account. He’s 89 years old!

Anyway, you can imagine how much I enjoyed that conversation. What a bunch of maroons.

Work, at the moment, is pleasant because I’m doing virtual weeding. Getting rid of crap from a database that isn’t being used. And going to the gym yesterday was ideal since the wind was blowing the rain sideways.

Got my dad a small dog pencil holder (the dog is sitting like a human and holds the pencil in its front paws) for his birthday. It’s just the kind of thing he likes, fortunately. And I got my mom what she always wants for Mother’s day, lottery scratch tickets. I think the $5 I spent on the tickets paid out $27 this time.

Best of all, I got a ride downtown with my neighbor because she’s going to see Al Franken downtown!