basket or cart?

Every time I go grocery shopping I face a dilemma: lug and keep my anonymity or push and be certain everyone in the store knows I'm there. It never fails - the disease of the shopping cart. I get one with sticky wheels, or one that needs an alignment, or the one that seems to have hydraulics. It's always the ones that make noise that are my favorites though. Sometimes they just squeak a little, or rattle, but the cart I had yesterday takes the cake. I ran into Dominick's to pick up frozen pizza for dinner - my roommate and I were having a Survivor party. I decided while I was there, I should pick up some other groceries I needed. Thus, I enter the store and face the familiar dilemma: basket or cart? I tend to opt for the basket: no traffic jams, easy to weave through the produce, keeps me from buying too much. But I needed milk, orange juice, pasta sauce...I could feel my arm throbbing already. So, I wrenched the cart from the corral and headed toward the produce section. Immediately I realized my cart was possessed, I might as well call him Beelzebub. He pulled to the right, the wheels must have gone through a syrup spill in aisle 6, and to top it off, he made the most irritating noise that could be heard at least 3 aisles away.

Maybe next time I'll come armed with WD-40.

Maybe I'll hire a delivery service.

No wonder I usually eat chips and cheese for dinner.

At least I enjoyed the pizza :)