Back on July 19, when I left home around 10:30 a.m., I was happily unaware that The Universe would be conspiring against me. Everything unfolded as usual, until I made my stop at the School-Turn Casey's for some scratchers. There's been road construction on the main street for about eight months now. So I come in from a side street. I was pleased to see my favorite parking space available on the side of the building. It's the space on the left end of five spaces, where my door opens up into a yellow-painted walkway.
I traded my winners for what later turned out to be not-winners, but that's not the issue. I'm okay with The Universe taking its share. I know I can't win every day. No, my issue was with THE BEER TRUCK BLOCKING T-HOE when I returned!
As you might imagine, I was pretty ragey on my drive over to Walmart. After ten minutes of shopping, and twenty minutes in line, my parking lot ire was abating. Until I unloaded my groceries and climbed into T-Hoe.
I always try to park next to a cart return. I can judge how much room I need for my door to open all the way, and I know that nobody is going to park too close and give me trouble trying to get back in. This cart return was overflowing with carts when I came out. They were sticking way out of the metal rails of the cart corral. Not a big deal. I knew I'd have to back up farther, straight back, before I cut my wheels to go up the aisle.
What I didn't count on was the cart-retriever with his trolley. I saw him up above me as I was unloading my groceries. The car beside me left as I was buckling my seatbelt. I looked around for that Cart Jockey, and he was ON FOOT, across the cart corral, talking to people in a car in the row across from me! Of course he'd abandoned his trolley in an awkward position for my navigational purposes!
I hope The Universe had a good laugh at my expense. I don't know what I was supposed to do with that abandoned bottle of laundry detergent. I'd probably have run over it and popped it, if the long line of carts wasn't jutting out of the corral, keeping my from cutting my tires sooner.
I am grateful, though, that The Universe probably kept me from some more serious catastrophe or calamity, by delaying my drive home with those two trappings.