But last weekend, I got a pleasant surprise when I left. As I backed out of my parking space and noticed a cart, still full of bagged groceries. It was just sitting in the middle of the parking lot, all by itself, as if it had run away from its pusher.
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| This is not my picture because I didn't have my phone. Source |
I reached to the passenger seat where I normally kept my purse to grab my phone and take a picture of this maverick cart. But, my phone was not to be found, and my purse was not in the seat.
I sighed. I knew exactly where my purse (and my phone) was. I sighed again.
This trip was pretty basic. I got milk, bread, peanut butter--it was as if a snow storm had been predicted. I got a bunch of eggs because we like protein around our house. I picked up some Febreeze 'cause these cats we got for Daughter 2 are smelly. Really smelly. And, since the school supplies were out in all of their colorful glory, and because three-ring binders that I need for my classroom were on sale, I loaded my cart up with thirty poly-binders for 88 cents each.
The only problem was the at the binders rang up for 99 cents each. I corrected the price for James, my friendly Hellmart checker, and he graciously adjusted the price for all thirty binders. He did this with a smile. The lady behind me in line, however, was not smiling. She was mumbling. And cussing. And inching her cart closer and closer to the backs of my ankles--at least that's where I think she was aiming.
Finally, I paid, gathered my Earth-friendly bags and headed to the car. I loaded my notebooks in the back seat because I would be taking those to my room this week. Then I lamented the fact that it doesn't matter how little or how much I buy at Hellmart, I will end up paying over $100 every single week. I dug my keys out of my pocket, started my car and backed out. That's when I saw the rogue cart.
I laughed. I needed that. Everyone needs a laugh when they leave Hellmart. I wanted to Instagram this solitary cart holding abandoned (or run-away) groceries. I laughed again and reached for my phone. But, as I stated earlier, it was not there.
Again, I laughed. I knew where my purse was.
I drove myself over to my cart, which had rolled two and a half rows away ... with my groceries, my purse, and my phone still in it.
Go ahead and laugh. I did. So did the three cars, two trucks and random cyclist who saw me loading the rest of my groceries. Everyone needs a laugh when they leave Hellmart ...
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