SevenPillars said:

I saw cinderblock at a Costco in Cleveland yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like ten rotisserie chicken in his hands without paying.

The girl who checked receipts was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the chickens and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “because of Costco pratocol,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each chicken and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

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SevenPillars said:

I saw cinderblock at a Costco in Cleveland yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like ten rotisserie chicken in his hands without paying.

The girl who checked receipts was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the chickens and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “because of Costco pratocol,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each chicken and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

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Lophosaurus said:

SevenPillars said:

I saw cinderblock at a Costco in Cleveland yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like ten rotisserie chicken in his hands without paying.

The girl who checked receipts was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the chickens and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “because of Costco pratocol,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each chicken and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

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He's still up to his old ways huh? I haven't seen him since he lived in California. I seen him at the Safeway there and he was really cool. He was taking the legs off of some of the rotisserie chickens and stuffing them inside the chickens that he was planning on buying. He got 4 to 5 legs/thighs into each of the 7 chickens that he was buying so on a good trip to the store he would get 35 "free" chicken legs.

He's really strong from eating so many chickens so I didn't say anything about it. None of my business anyways.

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LobsterSauce said:

Well, imagine Mr. Shop owner, or even Mr cashier who has to answer to Mr shop owner.

Mr shop owner wants to keep all customers happy.

Customers are happy when they are able to buy chicken.

Customers who consume chicken are not happy at least one day a week when one wise guy cleans out the chicken stock.

Customers not being happy would have a knock on effect on Mr shop owner's happiness and subsequently the happiness of Mr cashier.

Maybe Mr shop owner finds himself in a dilemma because he doesn't want to increase the chicken stock on account of one person who may soon himself transform into a chicken and no longer be able to make purchases, not to mind being able to fathom the concept of trading monetary units for goods and services.

Nobody likes a chicken hog.

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Uzziel said:

I feel like he needs to wear a chicken suit to really let the employees know he needs his weekly 7 chickens

Who the hell eats a whole chicken a day!? At some point you become one with the chicken, you are what you eat

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Fiery said:

Yeah fuck those nosey ass workers. Mind your own damn business.


You're the reason they have a job. They need to shut up and leave you alone about your chicken fetish.

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cinderblock said:

Fiery said:

Yeah fuck those nosey ass workers. Mind your own damn business.


You're the reason they have a job. They need to shut up and leave you alone about your chicken fetish.

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Thanks for the support.

Gah, I wish it was a fetish. I'm really sick of Costco's bland chicken, but it's cheap and convenient so I just put up with it.

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Lophosaurus said:

He is buying rotisserie chickens and eating a whole chicken everyday I guess. Seems like a lot unless these are small chickens?

What else do you eat OP?

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bodhisatta said:

By the way they make rotisserie chicken out of chicken that's fucked. Either minutes away from expiration or with some other issue. They're not using anything but the worst pics to do the rotisserie with.

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Fiery said:

cinderblock said:

Fiery said:

Yeah fuck those nosey ass workers. Mind your own damn business.


You're the reason they have a job. They need to shut up and leave you alone about your chicken fetish.

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Thanks for the support.

Gah, I wish it was a fetish. I'm really sick of Costco's bland chicken, but it's cheap and convenient so I just put up with it.

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Seriously though. You could easily get those people fired if you wanted. I personally would tell them to mind their own fucking business and that you're calling corporate on them if they keep harassing you. Then take your phone out and snap a picture of them. That will freak them out, HAHA!


That's the biggest load of bullshit I've heard in a while and makes me mad just reading it.

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Fiery said:

I cook two or three chickens at once, pick all the meat off, and make like 4 or 5 chicken flatbread pizzas. Takes like 4 or 5 hours.
THen I freeze them in individual portions. Saves a lot of money.

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cinderblock said:

Gah, some people here like yourself have suggested filing a complaint directly to HQ, but honestly, I don't see how that's gonna help my situation, because of where I live. While the Costco in Los Angeles is a revolving door, not so in Cleveland. I see the same manager everytime I go there, I see the same guy who's in charge of the chicken, the same person who checks your Costco membership at the entrance, same person who marks your receipt, etc.

Considering I'm already a hot topic among the employees, I don't think I want to add fuel to the fire, by being the guy who got so-and-so in trouble, or God forbid someone loses their job over my complaint, and they're like, "OMG, Mary was a hard worker, and she's had this job for 15 years, and it's all she knows, and she's a single mother raising three kids, what will she do now?" etc etc.

It's awkward enough living in a small town, being paranoid, and then having my paranoia vindicated through a confrontation about buying an item that they're offering. Loss leader or not, they don't have limits, so I don't know why they're giving me a hard time.

Honestly, I feel like I have the reputation of the guy at the casino who's card counting, so there's a bulletin on me, like "watch out for this notorious cheater." Or the guy at the store who always eats their bananas and grapes and strawberries without paying for them and walking out.

Anyway, the last thing I wanna become is "that guy from Los Angeles who ruined Cleveland. Before his arrival, everything was perfect. Why did he have to come here? I wish we could click our heels and go back to how it used to be."

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Uzziel said:

So you eat chicken, apples, some weird ass green smoothie, peanut butter sandwiches and poptarts?

Damn dude. Live a little

Just curious, why do you not cook? Your diet looks so incredibly bland.

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