When I must shop at Costco, I survive by dragging Solomon along for what we call “sample hunting.” One day, as we were charging the aisles, consuming little bits of everything from Brie cheese to smoked ham to raviolis, we happened upon cushions that looked like squishy, over-sized bagels where the center had filled in during the cooking process. Having slept more than once in Malawi on a grass mat laid on a packed dirt floor, I laughed when I saw the sign, “Orthopedic Beds for Pets.” Of course, Solomon wanted to know why I was laughing and when I told him, he said, “That’s like perfume for dogs.”
