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Jayden walked over and slapped Ariana across the face. Got another reason BJ's doesn't suck? Let me know. I told my husband to go over today for their weekly "Daddy and son day". Yes, I got us a membership, but only because they had a special running this month. Boxes.ġ3) Coupons!! As I signed up at the desk the smiling associate showered coupons into my waiting hands. I could have just grabbed boxes and headed home with Sam's new toys.
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tops.ġ1) I imagine I am a member of an elite, thats "fu-fu", type country club where only the most sought after Moms can afford membership.ġ2) Free boxes! I didn't even HAVE to buy $80 worth of groceries. "Aww look at the pretty baby crib and video monitors." "Two-pak 5 pound cans of baked beans for $7.99? Yes, please!"ġ0) There are BJ's everywhere. (My husband keeps trying to put those damn neon orange socks into rotation.)ĩ) Entertainment for adults too. They dont look like zombies who just got their driver's licenses.Ĩ) No buying tokens, special socks or shoes required. We played, "Watch out for that lady's shopping cart!" a lot.ħ) Friendly and helpful employees. Boy, those aisles are HUGE!Ĥ) Who needs a Jungle gym? There are tons of pallets and metal bars to climb.ĥ) Interactive games. Then, yesterday, motivated by boredom and lack of money, I had an epiphany! Instead of Paw Patrol, I took my son out of the house to a giant playspace that wasn't crowded! Where is this Valhalla you ask? Why, BJ's Warehouse Club.Ģ) Plenty of snacks. This was going to run me $20 easily and that didn't include arcade games or pizza and hot dog from the snack counter.
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Multiple by 2 kids.I thanked him, and hung up. The young man who picked up patiently answered my questions since I hadnt bowled in a few years (not counting a 4 yr old's party last year). So I called Whats-His- Name Family Amusements just to see. I noticed, via Facebook of course, that a friend of mine likes to go bowling with her kids. Then as we walked through the door, the rocket thrusters fell off like magical pixie dust (Chucky dust?) wearing off. After much negotiating, thats, slipping the counter boy an extra dollar cause we didn't have enough bloody tickets, we left with our puny booty.īy the time we got home, I had a what looked like a zombie tween next to me from consuming said Fun Dip. And my son's eyes lit up when he saw the plastic rocket he could proudly take home and show (fire at) Daddy. But wait, you cash in the kids' tickets aaanndd you get.a kid with a pucker mouth from insisting she wants Fun Dip and her Dad will never know. I was annoyed to watch my money go bye-bye so fast. The only thing unusual about that is, on that day it pissed me off. Last Week I spent $25 at Chuck E Cheese in an hour.