last night I went food shopping. I was in the produce section filling up one of those little plastic bags with broccoli crowns, when I turned around and my shopping cart was gone.
Did someone take my food?
Instead there was another cart, with different food; notably, a pineapple and a bag full of poorly chosen bananas. I looked around, no one was in sight.
Was my food abducted?
I hastily rushed down the aisles surrounding the produce section. nothing…? I only had my back turned for a moment, how could someone have so skillfully switched carts with me. I speed walked down aisle after aisle looking in people’s carts. Wait! There! by the toothpaste. A cart filled with produce including two ripe bananas and a bag of 8 perfect oranges.
“excuse me, I don’t mean to be a bother,” I said, “but I think you may have taken my cart by mistake?”
“oh! I’m sorry! I do that all the time,” the confused woman replied, “where did I leave mine?”
“back in produce.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. produce… imagine that.”
I really don’t know how she was so speedy in escaping the produce section. Perhaps my broccoli selection process is more in depth than I imagined, or perhaps this cart switch was no mistake at all. Perhaps she recognized my superior skills in the art of produce selection and wanted to rob me of the highest quality fruits and veggies. If so, she underestimated the bond I share with my cart. I am a shopping fiend.