I don’t mind going to the supermarket for a quick purchase, so I don’t have to take a cart and roll around the giant place. But it has happened to me (and to many of you, I’m sure) that when I do have to get a cart, it may be the one with the crooked wheel, or the noisy wheel, or the one with a mind of its own that doesn’t want to go to where I want to go.
If it’s the last one in the cart parking lot, I’m stock. If it’s the squeaky wheel one everybody will look at me like I’m the one who is making the noise (embarrassing). If it has a mind of its own I put a lot of effort into negotiating my way in the most inconspicuous way, so that it appears that I’m gliding effortlessly in the shiny supermarket.
After the shopping spree I end up with lower back pain from the effort. Ufffff!
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