Fun with Shopping Carts
Owing to some past-life, seventh generation Irish curse, I have been destined to tarry on this earth forever branded as the poor soul with the squeaky shopping cart. It never fails. I test and experiment, to the dismay and amusement of other savvy shoppers, but always end up with the cart that sounds like a thousand metal rakes dragging carelessly across a chalkboard the breadth of the Mississippi River. Being the victim of this lifelong curse has taught me one thing: the curse cannot be broken, but it can be exploited. Pretend your cart has a flat. Drag a jack…
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