Confessions of a Shopper Researcher

 

It starts in the parking lot. 
Always crowded. Always sprinkled with rogue grocery carts waiting to make their getaway, wheels dangerously pointing towards my car.  A defective cart with a seized wheel is always waiting for me and it’s starting to feel personal. As I walk away, I say a prayer to the patron saint of cars (yes, there is one!)

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