Costco still feels like a wonderland to me—towering shelves, absurdly large hummus tubs, and the comfort of knowing I’ll never run out of paper towels again. But that square milk jug broke the spell a little. It turned an ordinary, sleepy morning into a sticky, frustrating ritual I never signed up for. No matter how carefully I angled it, how slowly I tipped, the milk always seemed determined to arc wildly and splash everywhere but where I needed it.
Eventually, I surrendered. I stopped buying Costco milk, not because of the taste or the price, but because I wanted my mornings back. Now, my old-fashioned grocery-store jug feels like a small luxury: predictable, gentle, mess-free. It’s funny how something as simple as pouring milk can decide where you shop. In a store built on bulk and innovation, I learned that sometimes the quiet, boring option is the one that truly feels like home.
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