The weather forecast for Friday is snow with the possibility of it turning into a mix of sleet and rain.  I knew this when I went to the grocery store.  I knew the panicky load up the cupboard snow shoppers would be out in force. 

     Why is it that as soon snow is in the forecast people panic and dash to the store to buy an extra gallon of milk?  They have a full one at home but MUST buy another one before it SNOWS.  I saw dozens of people with milk and bread dashing for the check out line.  All the same, I had to do my regular shopping.  I was two weeks overdue and running out of things.

     When I arrived at the store, all I could find was one dilapidated cart.  It looked as though someone had used it to play bumper cars.  One front wheel refused to touch the ground and the cart wobbled like a three-legged milking stool with one short leg.  By the time I reached the check out, my loaded cart took the strength of Hercules to move.  I jealously eyed the carts of the snow shoppers.  I envied them those large, un-dented, smooth moving carts with only three items inside.  I grumbled at them for using the carts instead of the hand baskets-in which I wished they’d all take a ride to hell.  I groaned when I had to take my crippled cart to the car.