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Where my cousin saw waste as a form of excess—it was having something you didn’t need—my grandma saw waste as the act of a careless and unimaginative person.
It is for a scarcity that is anticipated but never realized. The Costco I know, my Costco, is for families.
To want a boundless supply means also to acknowledge a boundless need. We are inclined to hunger.
I couldn’t imagine my whole family going to the park or the movies together, having game nights, going to school fundraisers. It’s not that we never went on other outings, but we were not the kind of group who could comfortably sustain such blatant, undisguised togetherness. We needed a pretext. Costco was our play.
When the package arrived and I stared at the little white-and-yellow cup, the chirpy cartoon lettering, I was struck not by sadness but by the bite of pity that comes when you realize that yes, your parents have always been trying to love you, but trying may not have been enough.
