Bad Habits and Karma

Mr. Head hates this about me. But I tell him it's genetic. You see, when I go in stores I engage in a process we in the Andersen clan like to term 'walking it around.' This means that if you want to look at something a little longer - you know you probably won't buy it - you put it in your cart and let it walk around with you for a little while. Then, when you realize it is not nearly as cool as you thought... or, come to think of it, didn't think... it was, you put it down wherever you are now, and walk away.

Says M.H. : That is not where that goes.
Says me : So.
Says M.H. : Someone will just have to put it back.
Says me : Well, it will give them something to do when they're really bored because nothing is going on at their job, and all they want to do is go home, but they have five hours left to work.

This is true. Okay, partly true.

Yesterday I drove home late from book club. (By the way, freedom from the normal bedtime routine is a beautiful thing. Not that I didn't miss the hugs, or M smiling when we begin our usual night-time song... but freedom from the bathroom time swamp of our three year old... I swear it gets longer every time... ? Oh, what a beautiful thing!) Anyway, like I was saying, I drove home from book club. And, as I drove, I watched the poor shmucks of late-night Target employ rounding up carts in the parking lot.

Flashback...

FHE two days earlier.
Buying treats from Target's bakery.
Pushing children home in cart across empty parking lot. (Quite fun, actually, considering the whole running and gliding process.)
Leaving cart at furthermost edge so we could continue walking home.

Ummm, the cart doesn't go there.
Sure, but won't someone just get to clean it up when they have nothing else to do?
Like the poor shmucks who just want to go home because it's late at night and no one is at Target, but they're stuck gathering carts (and I suppose misplaced items indoors) from every corner of the parking lot?

Oh, okay. Maybe that's annoying.

But still... I don't plan on mending my ways. Really, I don't. Because walking things around is fun. And I figure I'll deal with the karma of it all.

This week's penance?

A nasty cold with resultant missing voice.

What else can you expect from life when it's your job to hold the gummy little hands of three-year olds two days of every week during cold and flu season? Even if you wash your hands after every class.

Karma.

You pick up my carts.
I'll wipe your kid's nose.

We're even.