An Alternate Universe

We noticed something was off the minute we entered the store.  No long lines.  No frenetic energy in the air.  No bumper carts.  No angry vibe.  No spirit of "I was here first." We were in an alternate universe, the most un-Costco Costco on the planet.  In Santa Cruz, even Costco is mellow.  The customers are Zen.  The employees are Zen.  It was all too Twilight Zone for the SJG.  "Let's get the @#$% out of here," I told hubby, "before they turn on us." Tomorrow, I will go to Costco in Van Nuys, where I can feel appropriately stressed out and agitated.  I can hardly wait.