mayhem.

I am a shopping cart putter-backer. I will take my cart back to the corral, the front of the store, to the cart pusher guy, rain or shine. I choose a parking spot based on how close it is to the cart thingy. There are few things that annoy me more than starting to pull into a parking spot only to find some lazy dumbass has left a cart there. I have been known to not only hike my own cart back to the store (with two kids in it), but take the extra one that the person two parking spots away left resting against the nice little old lady's car. I mean, really, how lazy can you get? Anyway.

I went grocery shopping this week with both girls in the freezing cold. Yes, I realize it's mid-April, but the weather doesn't. It snowed this week. So, there I am, putting the girls in their carseats, trying to fit all the grocery bags in behind the third row, and this kind grandpa-looking man comes up to me. He tells me my kids are beautiful (as they are screeching in their seats) and takes my cart as I lift the last bag out. This man made my day. The simple gesture of taking my cart, along with his, back to the cart thingymabobber, made my day. Not even the jackass that sent his cart into the side of my car as I was buckling BP in could ruin my newfound good mood.

So, this is a (sincere) public thank-you to the nice man that put my cart back for me. Thank you sir, for not only taking my cart, but giving me a genuine smile and wishing me a good evening.