Grammy’s Groceries

This week in English class we reviewed for the OGT which we will be taking in a couple of weeks.  Now I have a story that took place Saturday.  Every Saturday I go to church at 5, diner at 6, and shopping at 7 with my grandmother.  This involves the shopping part.  Usually we go too Meijer when we shop and my grandma and I shop together and my parents shop together.  Now my grandma has trouble walking so she rides around in one of those little electric carts with the basket.  I go in before her and pick one out with a charged battery.  This weekend there were only two carts in the cart bay both with less than great batteries but I had to give her one so I picked the first one.  The cart did well around until we go to aisle 12.  My grandmother had stopped to look at detergent and could not go any more.  I had been dreading this for basically my whole life.  I really do not like doing things that are not normal for me or people like me to do.  One example is for me to drive one of those carts.  I just do like the looks and whispering it is all bad, but I care about my grandmother more than I hate that so I walked up to the front.  The cart bay had gained a cart and it was plugged into the slot where my grandmothers had been.  I walk over, turn it on, and push my hand down on the seat because the turns on due to weight.  I saw that the battery was about half charged.  I undo all of the things I had just done and move on to the next cart.  I unplug it and that is as for I get because I am interrupted by an employee. 

“You know sir if sit down on the cart you can find out if the battery is charged,” The employee informed me.  The employee sounded like the drive through cashier at the Krusty Burger in the Simpsons.  His voice cracked so much that if it was a piece of glass it would be shattered.  After he talked to me he took over my cart search.  All I could think was that this is what he has to do.  I mean didn’t he have to go restock adult diapers or clean up throw up in aisle 3.  This is what your job is annoying me when I am incredible mad for no reason.  So he says to me “this cart should be fine for you.”  Then I see him took at the cashier lady.  This lady had a short haircut, piercings, and neck tattoos creeping up out of her red work shirk.  By all reason able account I might guess that this lady was a lesbian or at least not interested the voice crack sitting on the cart.  He is trying to impress her by look like a man by helping me get a cart.  He gets up and I sit down and I drive away not looking back. 

Now I am a large man and this cart is not really the most power thing every.  The electric motor almost sounds like it screaming get off me and in pain.  So I am drive and people are looking at me.  Children are point, adults are shielding their kids eyes, and the elderly are shaking their heads; it is not good.  I get to about aisle 10 and the motors screams started to lower and I see on the dash thing that the level is slowly going down.  At that moment I lose all composure.  Up until then I had looked straight ahead with a straight face until the battery started to die.  I stand up on the cart and try to push it like a skate board also while whispering “come on baby don’t give up on me now.”  I get barely get to aisle 12 but I do.  In my absence a crowd had formed because my grandmother was blocking the aisle.  I beep the little horn like a jerk the people to move and stop the cart so my grandma can get in.  Since the battery is low I want the weight to be as low I head back to the front to get a cart.  On the way there I thought I heard to kids talking about my adventure.

“That’s the guy that rode on the cart.”

“Really?”

“Ya”

“ Awesome!”