The halls were filled with men on the verge of hitting their children. The mothers were nags. The children were feral. They provoked their siblings. They scrambled away from their parents. They demanded sugar. They taunted, littered, and talked back. The bickering clans overlapped, cursed souls clawing like crabs in a barrel.
And this is why I never, ever - never ever ever! - go to Costco!
