Life in Minneapolis, day 1

Beyond the fact that the little digital thermometer in my car said "22" instead of the usual "72", I'm already starting to notice little differences about life in Minneapolis versus life in Los Angeles. Take for instance Costco. The Costco I used to go to in LA had a nifty little outdoor snack bar that sells a hot dog and a Coke for $1.50, and a few picnic tables with umbrellas where you could sit and eat said hot dog. In Minneapolis, the Costco has the same $1.50 hot dog and Coke, but the snack bar is inside, and the picnic tables shield you from the harsh fluorescent lighting instead of the sunshine.

The Costco in LA has the booze and the beer mixed in with the sporting goods and the bread - Costco in Minneapolis has the booze and the beer segregated in it's own little section, walled off from the rest of the goodies, with it's own separate cashier. Sorta like the VIP room at the strip club. Not that I'd know anything about strip clubs.