So this one time out in Utah, I had come to visit my family for the holidays. While I was there, I hung out with my friend Julia.
It was about ten o’ clock when we decided to take a walk. On our way back, we saw a green cart.
It was one of those tiny carts, you know, a cart that every grocery store should have for children who want to say, “Look, Mommy! I’m pushing a cart, too!” In the dark it looked blue, and cute. It had one of those hand guiders, in brown. Julia looked at me, I looked at her, and she asked me,
“Are we still taking it?”
We did. She took the first turn sitting in the back of the cart, me pushing. On the gravel road home, the wind racing alongside us, it was exhilarating.
After scaring me shitless taking her turn pushing -me-, we were taking turns just dragging it along on the trail back to my house. Well, one of the wheels got caught in a crack in the road, and the cart hit me in the shin.
Can I just say, Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW,?
There was an impressive bruise for a couple days.
Anyways, we get to my house, tip-toeing the cart up my porch steps and into my foyer. My brother-in-law at the time turns to us, looks, and says, “What the Hell?”
I told him it was a Christmas present.
Which it might as well of been. Instead of being the cute blue I first thought, it was a dark forest green. Yuck.
Talk about shabby looking.