shopping carts

Yesterday, as I was running into Krogers for a few items, it occured to me that if I had been a cowboy long ago, it would have been I who had the gimpy horse. I know this because, never fail, I always get that cart. You know the one.....yes, my friend, you do.

Whether it be the right front wheel swinging wildly in the air, with no intention of ever touching the ground again, or the left rear wheel that is sooo tired of screaming children in it's tiny passenger seat, that it refuses to ever move again. I have a knack of picking those carts. If carts were horses, mine would always be gimpy.

I have decided to be ok with this. If I were that gimpy cart, who had been shunned by anyone who comes near me, just because one of my wheels was in psychosis, I would be grateful for someone to appreciate that my other three wheels were working overtime to compensate for any percieved shortcomings. I, as that cart, would be proud to drive lopsidedly along.

Come along gimpy, come along. ;)