So I'm at Trader Joe's and it's a glorious Sunday afternoon. Perfect day for the week's grocery shopping. I head for the store and stop by the carts to grab one.

There I find the oldest, worn, rusted, plain saddest little shopping cart in front of the bin full of bright, shiny new carts. As the Snottsdale Rich Bitches moved The Little Shopping Cart That Could out of there way so they could get a new, fancy cart for their shopping, they looked at it in disgust.

"You are simply too filthy to hold my groceries," they'd say just before they spat upon it.

TLSCTC looked up at me in shame with its big, sad eyes. "Nobody wants me," it whimpered.

"I'll take you!" I proclaimed. "I will help you fulfill your shopping cart destiny!" And with that I whisked TLSCTC from its bin and proudly pushed it into the store.

I wobbled it through the produce aisle and listen to the appalled crowd gasped. Whispers were heard as my rickety friend and I turned every corner. The Scottsdale Rich Bitches grabbed their children and covered their eyes so my brazen use of a rickety shopping cart wouldn't scar them.

I stuck my tongue out and made a face at each one of those little privileged snots. The fled in terror.

After I checked out, I took TLSCTC back to the bin so I could tell it goodbye. I can not lie. There were tears.

After we said goodbye, I grabbed my bag and noticed there was a sign on the seat.

Turns out TLSCTC was just a long way from home and its family.

The End.