i found a shopping cart out by the street. i looked to see if anyone was watching, then pushed it down the alley and lifted it inside our back door. it sits in our kitchen now. it makes a good recycle bin, but i think it could be more useful. last night on the eve of my bi-weekly laundry day, i had a revelation. we live less than a block from a local coin laundry. every other week i make a trip hauling an enormous army
duffel full of dirty laundry. yet i own a shopping cart...
as i packed my duffel bag full of laundry, i realized that i was avoiding the shopping cart.
it would be easier, to move three large loads on four wheels. but i wouldn't do it. somehow i am embarrassed to push a shopping cart down the street for a block. i feel much cooler when i skateboard to the laundry mat army duffel on my shoulder. i am ashamed of myself.
