If John Doe, who was born in the great depression of 1929and the loving, caring sweet and respected father of four amazing children known as Noah the great, drew the hated, maya the cool kid  and chris the rebel, decides to go grocerry shopping at the magnfiicanct, wholesome, sale-driven and exclusive Costco, then he will end up putting putting in his oversized cart eggs, watermelon, bread, pasta, tomato sauce, alfredo sauce, chicken, broccoli, shoes, celery, carrots, glasses, whipes, sodas, pens, printers, printer ink, backpacks before waiting in a painfully long and tedious line where the tall and handsome man in front of him is giving his cheese, socks, icecream, notebooks, pork, beef, buns, ketchup, onions, mustard, and a vaccum to the only sad and indepednet cashier in front of the dull and non-vibrant exit.