So Much For Conquering The World

You know a good hair day when you have one, and that’s the day you decide you’re going to conquer the world. Well, at least your little corner of the world. Well, if you don’t really have a lock on a corner, maybe just your personal space, as you navigate through the grocery store.

As you steer your cart toward the produce, you realize your cart is that one, the one that needs a realignment. With every turn of the wheels, the loud clunk draws stares. Carts don’t come with a CARTFAX, it’s just grab, go, and the luck of the draw.

It was time to put the brakes on for a minute…hush the cart, look at the eggplant, and maybe, return a stare, or two. Politely, though, I’m always polite…a half smile and shrug of the shoulders, conveys my stare return isn’t snarky. Oh well, so much for conquering the world.