Full disclosure: I'm a full-fledged Costco nut. I come up with reasons to go there almost every weekend just so I can get a hot dog, a soda, and two frozen yogurts (one for my lucky wife), all for $4.51. Eating out for that little gives me a rush — and yes, I also love the savings buying in bulk brings. Although, we're running out of space in the basement.
As if I needed another reason to love Costco, I recently found out firsthand about their legendary (Read: Extremely lenient) return policy when I brought back a pair of pants my parents got me awhile back. Mom, if you're reading this, there was nothing wrong with the pants, but I'm not a 32 waist anymore. Although, I probably was at the time you bought me this particular pair. Yet, without a receipt or an explanation, I was simply asked if the pants were a gift and boom! I walked away with a gift card for $18.66 (That's four glorious lunches there!) that I used to buy snacks that will sustain me for at least..