Celebrating a moment of gratitude on encountering something that actually met my expectations, prosaic though it may be.
See this shopping cart?
I am grateful for this shopping cart. Not just for shopping carts, but this shopping cart, specifically. I latched on to this one in the parking lot of the neighborhood big box store a week ago, and after I was done with it I just knew I’d be writing this.
No, it didn’t hold the most exciting purchase I ever made, win the war against terrorism, or even save my life. However …
- It didn’t have a caved-in basket or bent frame from being pummeled by someone who probably should have lost their license to drive six decades ago;
- It actually didn’t have garbage in it, or anything in it covered with someone else’s (or someone else’s children’s) bodily fluids;
- It didn’t have any unsightly thing tied to it that was so visibly annoying that it demanded sawing off with a dull car key;
- It didn’t have any components torn off of it making it not only less functional but actually something of a laceration hazard;
- It didn’t pull to either side, making it as impossible to maneuver when loaded as a car with a lockbar on the steering wheel;
- It didn’t produce a distinctively loud and equally embarrassing thump with each revolution of one wheel or another;
- It didn’t have that problem with the big front wheel (you know, the wheel with the anti-theft mechanism built into it that probably doesn’t really work anyway) where they twirl constantly and refuse to stay in contact with the floor; and …
- It didn’t rattle and squeal as if it were half-full of frustrated chinchillas.