I had to make a trip to the grocery store today, one of my least favorite things to do. Because I don't like having to spend all the time in the store, it's a pain to load up the trunk, come home unload the bags, then put all the food away.
But, one of my least favorite reasons is the fact that nine times out of ten I get one of the loudest, uncooperative carts in the store. Being that it happens so often, I have resigned myself to the fact that I am meant to be heard, even from three isles away with a loud rattling cart.
Sometimes I wonder when people see me coming if they think, "I wonder why she didn't just go back and get a different cart?" If someone were to actually ask me that I would say, "Yeah, it wouldn't do any good, I would just get another messed up cart."
Murphy's Law at work again.
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