What is it about going out to
acquire food in an American urban setting that turns us against one another?
Just about every time we go to the local grocery store, I find
myself having to navigate carefully around the wheeled vehicles of doom. Aka,
shopping carts or shopping
trolleys.
I have found that the most aggravating part of shopping in our local supermarkets is not the
waiting in line, nor the struggling for items placed on shelves so high only
professional basketball
players can reach them. It's those infernal shopping carts.
Actually, it's the people maneuvering them. It's like the cart is an
instrument that automatically allows
them to walk in a straight line without any thought of consequences to
others' bodies or toes. Almost as bad as people are with baby strollers. You've
seen it; you know what I mean.
So, I have learned to blend in with them. I walk slowly and steadily, rarely
averting the cart or my eyes, muttering under my
breath, "Braaaaaiiiins! Or Tuna. Tuna is fine." (quoting one of my all-time favorite
LOLCats)
Try it! If nothing else, it's fun to see little kids react.
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