It would be horrible if I failed the driving test, if only because it means that I have to go around practicing driving for THAT much longer. Of course my ego'd suffer to, but it could stand being taken down a notch or two thanks to the extremely flattering friends that I seem to have. (Hem, hem.)
Right, so we went to Costco today, where people buy food like they're in the last stage of starvation, simply because of the size of the packets. There were Christmas things out, you know, nice artificial wreathes with twinking lights. The most I can say about that is, well, at least they waited until the temperature went down a little.
If you've ever gone grocery shopping with any regularity (or maybe even if you hadn't) you would know the irritation of pushing a shopping cart with a defective wheel. It's usually the more crucial front wheel (which determines the direction) and it usually behaves either like a hundred-year old zombie or someone who's young and extremely high on something. In the case of the zombie you get a cart that won't turn and in the case of the drugged individual you get a cart that goes like it's drunk, completely ruling out the possibility of straight lines.
Well, today I got a cart with TWO defective wheels and boy was that interesting. It was astronomically loud for something that doesn't have engines and has enough attitude to put an entire high school of teenagers to shame. The trip was less of a shopping experience and more of an all-out war with the added side-benefit of burning a lot of calories. Next time you need an arm work out, forget about a gym, go to a grocery store and hunt for shopping carts with 2 defective wheels and push them around in the block. Edit that: pushing it around the block while trying to force it to travel in reasonably straight lines.
Just remember to obey the right-of-way, even if your cart doesn't want to.
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