*In other news, getting hit by stilettos hurts really, really bad. Sorry Wicked Shawn!
I have this weird obsession with shopping carts. I would count stray shopping carts that clutter the parking lot. It all started when my car was dinged several times by shopping carts because people are too lazy to push them into the corral. I would park my car far away from everyone else but it’s one of those things that are bound to happen regardless of what you try to do to avoid it. It made me realize how inconsiderate people are and for every cart counted, it gives me a gauge on how bad this problem has become and to see if last count tops this one. I guess it’s one of those OCD things and I do it every time I step on a store’s parking lot.
The other day I was shopping with my mom and when we came out of the store, I was immediately disgusted. I asked my mom to push the cart to our car while I stood in the parking lot counting the scattered shopping carts. 16 was the count. 16! This is absurd and it ties the highest total I had since I started counting. It could have been more but I see a clerk running out to retrieve as many as he could but from my count 16 is a high total. I even took a picture…

After taking the picture I turned to look where mom went…
MOM! THERE’S A PLACE FOR THOSE!
My own mother helped break my counting carts record. It’s now 17. Thanks mom.



