The other day we were in Costco. I don’t know about you, but we never seem to get out of there without a cart load of items…many of which we know we don’t really need in bulk, but the price is so good we can’t resist. So what if we have to consume three gigantic bottles of ketchup within the next year. It was a great bargain!

So it was with a curious eye that I observed a man leaving the warehouse with a cello bag of celery. That was it. Nothing more.

You have to wonder. Why shop in Costco just for celery? Did he realize that his wife was hosting the neighborhood toddler play date at their home on the morrow and she needed to make 53 Ants on a Log for snack? (For those of you who have forgotten…that’s a stalk of celery smeared with peanut butter with raisins ingeniously placed atop.)

Or perhaps his wife is pregnant and having cravings. She said “You know honey, I’m getting tired of the satisfying crunch of potato chips and Kit-kats. Be a dear and run down to Costco and pick up a cello bag of celery stalks for me to munch on during American Idol.”

Did his doctor say at his last check up “Steve, you’re not getting enough fiber in your diet. Get on down to Costco and pick up one of those cello bags of celery and have at it.”

Or maybe he just loves tuna fish salad sandwiches. A lot.