Hamidreza K.
Google
If you’re heading to the Alhambra Costco on Commonwealth, you need to understand that buying a 30-pound bag of toilet paper is merely the end goal; the actual membership experience is a death-defying, multi-lap parking lot scavenger hunt. This isn't just "no parking," this is a bloodsport where folks circle like vultures for thirty minutes, treating any reversing light like a personal invitation to war. I think I circled the lot so many times I actually burned off the calories of the free sample I was trying to get, and the real cost of my membership isn't the annual fee—it's the hour of my life I spend driving slowly behind a person carrying a single item who might, might, be leaving. It's the best bulk buying in the world, assuming you can survive the pre-game ritual just to get through the door.