Groceries

Once when I was younger, I was shopping with my mom at a grocery store called Hy-Vee. For those of you who live in the Midwest, I'm sure you're familiar with this establishment. I was eight or nine years old at the time, so I was still at that age where grocery shopping was a grand adventure and my official duty was to convince my mother that we needed to bring home a box of Lucky Charms or an extra gallon of ice cream. On this particular day, we were walking through the fresh produce section and I was holding on to the edge of my mother's cart, happily walking by the fruits and vegetables. To this day I have no idea what took place, but I happened to take a quick look back at my mother, probably to ask if we could take home some of those delicious looking kiwis, and to my horror the owner of the cart I was holding on to was not my mother! An gentleman upwards of of fifty had taken her place, and I was walking right along through the store with him! As a young little chap, I was horrified. I had no idea how this man got there or why I was holding on to his cart. All I knew is that I wanted to find my mother and I wanted to find her NOW! I immediately burst into tears and began frantically running up and down the aisles, trying to find her. In my calm pursuit I had managed to forget that she was probably still in the produce section, so after a prolonged search of thirty seconds or so I managed to find her. Oh what a sweet reunion it was. I think that was the day that I became the official pusher of the cart, and I can assure you that from that day forward, I was sure to keep close tabs on my mother's location in the grocery store.