The day has arrived when I finally got my Sam’s Club card. What an experience. There I was standing in line waiting patiently for the next available customer service representative to assist me in obtaining the valued card that would grant me access into this warehouse of 50 gallon drums of Hunts Ketchup and discounted products when you purchase the value size.
I was next in line, when I noticed the line of people entering the store waving their ID cards to the greeter, who by the way was not the same type of greeter at Wal-Mart. I said to myself that in a few minutes I would be one of those people flashing my card. Since I had the available time to observe the multitude of people entering the building, I realized that a diverse group shopped at this discount warehouse.
Everyone from Skeeter to Donald Trump crossed the threshold into saving money. I am not sure if that was the main reason Skeeter and his 15 offspring came in. My theory is they came for dinner. The grocery section has many different varieties of food to eat. It reminded me of the Golden Corral buffet. The business people, dressed in their ties, piled the flat carts with reams of paper and pens.
I digress, back to standing in line the person in front of me was getting their picture taken. I was getting the feeling of being at the DMV waiting for my turn in the picture chair. Their picture was taken with no flash or click of the film being advanced in the camera because it was done digitally. Which brings me to digital cameras; you never know when your picture has been taken, unless the flash is used. The shutter doesn’t make that resounding click when it has been opened and closed. I own a digital camera and I have the same problem. The people that I take pictures of never know when their soul has been captured or their image will be saved for prosperity. How many times has that happened to you? Your image has been stored on a computer and someone gets it, then sends it across the electronic airwaves to the world on the internet and you start getting calls asking how did you get into that position? Well maybe it was just me.
Anyway, back to the standing in line. Now I am at the counter talking to the sign me up person. She has me fill out this short little form with the basic information like name, address, phone number, and the amount of money I lost during the Enron scandal. I have the choice of purchasing the Advantage, Business, or the Elite Membership. Well being the frugal person that I am, I chose the Advantage. They took my money and asked me to stand on a Sam’s Club sticker placed on the floor. Yes, this was it, the time has come for me to be legit. No flash of light, no click of the shutter, just the clerk telling me the picture had been taken. My soul was on the back of a plastic card.
I now had the power to save money by shopping at Sam’s. I left the counter and headed for the electronics area. I would have said department but it is more of an area. They have gray industrial shelves with a display model sitting on the top shelf and the units to purchase stack below. Everything is in bulk packaging. Blank VHS tapes in cases, Kodak film shrink wrapped in a count of 12, TV’s on pallets of 2 dozen. You see, everything is in bulk. You cannot buy just one. You have to buy the whole lot.
I like to save money, but I think I could never use a 50 gallon drum of Preparation H, and that was the economy size. If I wanted to save more I could have gotten the industrial size, and that was a semi tanker. You know the kind they carry gas in. But I could save $10 by getting the industrial size.
Sam Walton, the founder of Wal-Mart and Sam’s Club, hit the jackpot with the American public’s desire to save. That is why dollar stores are popping up everywhere. It’s just a dollar. I’ll buy it. Every week I am at my warehouse discount store buying items that my great grandchildren will never be able to finish. I say get on, or in the bandwagon and buy in bulk, or eat a lot of fiber and you will have bulk of another kind. Until next time.