I pit those super-humongous POS shopping cart/kiddie car things that way too many stores have these days. They’re nearly twice as long as a regular shopping cart but have a plastic cab with a plastic seat and one or two plastic steering wheels so junior or juniors can pretend they’re driving while Mommy shops. They’re wider than a regular cart too and, turn on a dime, they don’t! They and their designers should be banned from this planet, as well as the parents who think their little Pookie-Ookums will just die if he can’t ride in one!
The other day, I was in the condiment aisle with my regular cart. Mommy and Pookie-Ookums are coming at me with one of those behemoths from the other end of the aisle. I stopped to look at some relish and a woman with another regular cart passes me from behind. But wait, she forgot something back there somewhere! So she parks her cart ahead of mine and walks back from whence she came. (She might have disappeared into a space-time rift for all I know. I never did see her again.)
Meanwhile, the dreaded monstosity kiddie car/shopping cart thing pulls abreast of the abandoned cart and just at that exact moment Mommy decides Pookie Must Be Fed Right This Second! He wasn’t making a sound in his little red plastic cab and, in fact, seemed quite content, but Mommy knew better. Pookie Must Be Fed. NOW!
So, she pulls out a plastic spoon and some purple glop in a little container and squats down in the foot of space between the monstrosity and regular cart and started shoveling glop into Pookie’s compliant mouth.
Perhaps I was somehow affected by the space-time rift that made the other shopper disappear because Mommy certainly didn’t see me standing right there. Heck, I was so close I could have given my cart a good shove and sent her sprawling on that pert little heiney of hers. But that might have upset Pookie and I had no grudge against him. Honestly, I had no grudge against her either. I’m just saying I could have.
So, anyway, I waited. I wasn’t in any big hurry really. Just for the heck of it though, I clapped my hands lightly once to see if she’d notice. She didn’t. Pookie’s feeding commanded all her attention. So I waited some more.
Finally, a woman who wasn’t as patient as I pushed her cart right up to the monstrosity. Mommy finally looked up. Oh, I guess I’m blocking the aisle. My apologies. Give me just a sec while I back the behemoth up so you may pass.
And pass that woman did. I was right on her heels.
In this particular store, there’s tons of open space the front and back. I know several places in there that could have accomodated a real SUV. So I have no idea why did Mommy decided to park her pseudo-SUV in the middle of an aisle already partially blocked by an apparently abandoned cart. Just one of those little mysteries, I suppose. OK, I could have just asked but then I wouldn’t have had any fodder for my first Pit, lame as it is.
So there you are.