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I'm at Trader Joe's to fetch some frozen lunches to stock the freezer at work. I pull into the poorly-cleared parking lot and I'm trolling the rows looking for a place to park.
A lady finishes emptying her shopping cart into her Chevrolet Compensation, gives it a little shove to get it out of the way, and all but sprints to the front seat, presumably to avoid having to take responsibility for the cart that she decided not to put in the cart corral two spaces away. The parking lot is on a slope. This is relevant.
I look out the passenger window to see a bright red shopping cart trundling in my direction and picking up speed. The woman is scrambling into the driver's seat as if it's a getaway car. This, I think, will not go well.
BANG! The shopping cart hits...a little bit of gravel on the asphalt. It came to an alarmingly abrupt halt a few feet from the side of my car - abrupt enough to start the front of the cart swinging around the other way.
The cart pivots on whatever's blocking it, enough to change direction and start trundling off again. I watched, huge-eyed, as it cruised to a halt...right behind the lady's SUV, just as she was pulling out.
BANG!
She hit her own boomerang cart, which was now blocking her in.
She leaped out of the car and made a run for the cart, then sprinted with it towards the corral. I found my spot, so I didn't see what happened next, but I'm pretty sure those were her tires spinning out of the lot.
Love, Who?
A lady finishes emptying her shopping cart into her Chevrolet Compensation, gives it a little shove to get it out of the way, and all but sprints to the front seat, presumably to avoid having to take responsibility for the cart that she decided not to put in the cart corral two spaces away. The parking lot is on a slope. This is relevant.
I look out the passenger window to see a bright red shopping cart trundling in my direction and picking up speed. The woman is scrambling into the driver's seat as if it's a getaway car. This, I think, will not go well.
BANG! The shopping cart hits...a little bit of gravel on the asphalt. It came to an alarmingly abrupt halt a few feet from the side of my car - abrupt enough to start the front of the cart swinging around the other way.
The cart pivots on whatever's blocking it, enough to change direction and start trundling off again. I watched, huge-eyed, as it cruised to a halt...right behind the lady's SUV, just as she was pulling out.
BANG!
She hit her own boomerang cart, which was now blocking her in.
She leaped out of the car and made a run for the cart, then sprinted with it towards the corral. I found my spot, so I didn't see what happened next, but I'm pretty sure those were her tires spinning out of the lot.
Love, Who?
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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