My grocery store is pretty pricy. So in order to curb this I walk to it. I always figure "Hey, I won't get more than I can carry"...which is true in theory. So today my arms were killing me because milk was on sale stupid on sale milk. Later I was talking about this with my mom.
Mom "You could just get one of those carts like grandma used to use"
Me "Whenever I think of spinsters I think of those carts. That's like the crossover line".
Mom "Kate Middleton was almost as old as you when she got married"
Me "Have you ever seen Kate Middleton with one of those carts? Lawyered"
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My dad offered me one of those carts when I went flatting, and I said no because I was too cool for it... but three years of carrying all our groceries home by hand and my flatmates and I agreed we'd rather look like old spinsters!
However... yes, lawyered!
I always want to skip the cart and use the basket, and then I remember something we need, and something is on sale, and then I have to have conversation hearts...and suddenly I'm lugging a thirty pound basket to the counter and my shoulder is sore for the rest of the day.
But I would reject the push cart too.
I used to tote my little sister around in one of those carts. I told her she was a lion; I was a lion trainer; and the cart was her cage. ;)
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