i got wheels

Jun 06, 2007 21:41

Broken rib or not, the grocery shopping still has to get done. However, I don't want to risk carrying heavy, burdensome loads, so the days of carrying two big canvas bags plus a backpack full of groceries are over for quite a while. But I don't want to have to make many trips for small loads, either. So what's a girl to do? Why, dust off her mom's old lady hand cart, of course! Why didn't I think of this sooner?

Oh, after taking it out a few times, I can think of a few good reasons.

For one thing, it's burdensome as hell. This thing isn't like the cute little ones you see the little old ladies lugging on the bus--it's old, noisy, and awkward. Even when it's empty, taking it on the bus is a hassle. And when it's full, watch out! Taking it anywhere becomes a production. Wheels will get stuck in the gap between the Skytrain and the platform. And forget about taking it on the bus! Not only is it hard to get a full cart on the bus, but it's infinitely harder to get a cart on a full bus. And I wouldn't recommend taking it on a half-full bus, either. At best, it blocks the aisle; at worst, it can't even get down the aisle to the back. And invariably, all the courtesy seats will be taken.

Then again, I guess it beats walking all the way home from Stupidstore.

As for the other thing, it's the fact that it will get full. Especially if you take it to Stupidstore. I mean, I've tried shopping there without a handbasket, thinking that it would curtail my shopping--only to end up at the check out with more than I intended to buy (but it's always stuff that's needed, and at a good price). But knowing that I have a cart to haul things home in allows me to buy more. How else to explain how what was supposed to be two 2kg bags of Cat Chow ended up as two 2kg bags of Cat Chow, four 1.89 litre cartons of orange juice, and two twelve-packs of pop? I mean, besides the good price everything was at.

Ah well. At least I saved a lot of money today, what with coupons and sales and not paying for plastic bags and whatnot. And we're good for orange juice for the next month or so. Oh, and Parker's happy. I think he is, anyway.

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