It was a madhouse. The lines to get to the register were way out into the merchandise area, and thankfully, most everyone was laughing about it, although one dude ran his shopping cart into my butt, totally oblivious. I loved hearing this gal in her 30s--with red painted hair (so Olympia!)--saying, "This is it--this is where it all ends. We're all going to die at Costco."