Got a flat tire yesterday, and now I’m in the special hell that is the Costco cafe (can you call it that?) waiting for a tire repair. I’m a walk-in, so I was told it could be a “multi-hour” wait. They weren’t lying. I’m working along with a sad group of guys with backpacks and laptops like me intermixed with screaming kids and flabbergasted moms. I do like Costco, but I’d rather be somewhere else.