I went to Walmart this morning to pick up a memory card for my camera so I could ebay all of our
junk stuff and then it happened.
The first cart I grabbed was old and worn out. The handle bar was a little rusty and it was missing that flap the kids sit on in the front of the basket, but since S wasn't with me - no problem!
You see, I felt a little sorry for that shopping cart. I bet nobody ever used it anymore because of its appearance - so I took it. I'm a sucker like that.
So I wandered the aisles, not really needing much and realized, not only did my cart look bad, it didn't steer well either. Like barely at all.
But I stuck with "Old Bessy" as I tried to maneuver her around the store.
It was starting to get seriously annoying.
So I went to the back of the store to get the memory card when I heard a noise and felt a warm trickle running down my leg. Old Bessy's
legs wheels locked up and my cup of expensive wonderful still-almost-full coffee flew out of the top of the cart and all over me and the floor.
I mustered an apology to the salesclerk who had to clean up the mess in aisle 22, grabbed my stuff out of Old Bessy and I
flipped her the bird bid her a fond farewell and raced out of the building.
That's what I get for feeling sorry for a shopping cart.