Fun at Costco

Do you ever get the feeling that everyone's trying to figure you out, at Costco or any superstore, by looking at the stuff you buy? You hope that they're going to keep quiet about it.

I was shopping at Costco last weekend, and the dude working at the end of the checkout lane (who had befriended me a week ago at the gas pump) announced rather proudly to the cashier, "Hey, my friend here is a bachelor!"

"How do you know?"

"You see this?" he asks, holding up my box of vienna sausage cans, "man, he could live off this for a year--maybe more!"

Darn. My secret is out. :-)