I am cheap.
This is not a secret.
I cut coupons, abuse my Entertainment book, never pay retail, and am in general just a cheap bastard. The ladies LOVE that, let me tell ya.
I also make it a point to eat the samples at Costco. I am not embarrassed by this.
But there is a point at which I draw the line: I do NOT wait for Costco samples.
I used to think maybe I was in the upper echelon of cheap asses, but, as I look at the mob of people surrounding the kiosk, waiting for their bite size portion of Kirkland Signature Meat Lasagna to finish cooking, I begin to doubt that I am the cheapest of the cheap. And as I see the same scene repeated at every kiosk, I KNOW that.