"I don't get it," Parker said, grabbing a cart. "At the other store, we get our quarter back when we're done shopping. Here, we're paying $60 just to enter the building."
"It's a membership fee, babe." Hardison steered her in the direction of the food court. "We can now shop at this place anytime we want for the next year."
Parker froze. "I thought we were only working here for a week?" She turned to look at Eliot. "Please tell me we're only working here for the week."
Eliot wrenched the cart from her hands. "I'm going to the freezer section," he growled. "Since Hardison insisted on coming here, y'all can live on microwave dinners for the rest of this job."
Parker watched as he aggressively merged into the throng of other shoppers.
"We joined a warehouse club," Hardison finally answered. "There's stores all over the country."
Parker nodded slowly. No wonder Eliot was upset. "Something about this feels criminal," she said, frowning. "It's almost like we're shopping at that big-box chain we took down."
"Nah," Hardison laughed, pointing at a sign for $1.50 hot dogs. "The only thing criminal about this place is how delicious these things are."