"Accident on Aisle 7"

Grocery carts.

In a nutshell, I can't stand them. They are trouble, for several reasons. My 3-year-old either won't sit in one, or I get one that squeaks and can be heard three aisles away, or I get one with a bad wheel.

The latter would be what happened at the store over the weekend.

When I say bad wheel, I mean I would push the cart forward, and one of the wheels would pull me to the right.

This was a problem for several reasons:

A) My cart would veer in a direction I didn't want it to, often ramming someone else's cart. "I'm sorry," I would say.

B) My cart would veer into the displays, knocking over boxes of Stove Top Stuffing, and narrowly missing a display of bottled wine. It's probably the first time I've ever yelled at a grocery cart.

C) The cart with the bad wheel ran over my big toe on my left foot, which resulted in gritted teeth and me talking to myself.

It hurt. Imagine slamming your hand in a cardoor, times five. THAT kind of pain.

Sure enough, the next day I removed my nail polish to repaint my toes, and was shocked to see my left big toenail was...

Black.

All because of a grocery cart with a bad wheel.