Monday is laundry day. Now that there are just two of us in the Doright household the chore isn’t nearly as tedious as it once was. I still don’t love doing laundry, but I don’t mind it nearly as much.
Once the final load was in the dryer I drove into Tallahassee for a few necessities. Normally I avoid the big retailer (aka Walmart), but it was the nearest store that was sure to have everything I needed.
When I entered the store I was looking for just three items, so I didn’t grab a shopping cart. Can you believe how naive I still am at the ripe old age of 61.5? One doesn’t simply shop at Walmart without a cart.
As my arms became overburdened with just discovered “must haves” I began looking for an abandoned cart. As luck would have it, I found one just around the corner from the Preparation H aisle. Don’t ask, but yes, that was one of my necessities. Damned diverticulitis.
It didn’t take me long to realize why the cart had been abandoned:
That annoying intermittent sound (much louder in real life than in the above video) was my cart. The darned thing handled like a two ton tank that every few feet emitted an awful buzz causing fellow shoppers to wince and/or laugh out loud. A small child began crying as I approached.
I guess I could have abandoned the cart as its previous operator had done, but I decided to embrace it instead, quirky sound effects and all. As I wrestled my noisy cart around the store, adding milk and cat treats and plain yogurt and bananas and yes, Preparation H, among other things, I began to think of the cart as a metaphor for life:
“The road we travel isn’t always peaceful or smooth, but if you keep pushing, eventually you’ll get to lay down your load.”
Okay, that’s a crummy metaphor, but what are you going to do? Sue me?
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Yes, we get trolleys like that too!!!
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I love that they’re called trolleys there. Growing up, we called them “buggies.”
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Buggies? Ah….. Love how words are diff across the pond
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I do, too. We don’t “hoover” our carpets over here, we vacuum them.
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I’ve heard the dodgy ones called all sorts of things
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I found your post quite humorous. 🙂 It’s hard to enter Walmart and leave with only a ‘few’ items. I feel your pang with regard to the noisy carts. So glad you found all your items and the end result was a successful shopping adventure.
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Thank you!
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