tasty oniony smells wafting through the halls. burrito madness. the crowd as diverse as the salsa (in mild, medium, hot and "DON'T EAT," as well as tomatillo varieties). each delectable little pinto or black bean seems to cry, "ingest me! i want to be cyborganic!"
tequila flowing freely. a pinata.
oh woe, no more chicken, but three birthday cakes. all is balanced.
at costco, we are loved.