You know those enclosures in parking lots made to corral wandering shopping carts?? Yea … those. You’re with me. Right? The ones at my Super Target are made from the same brick as the store so they coordinate nicely with the surrounding buildings rather than stick out like the dirty plastic ones at the Piggly Wiggly (OK — wait, slight sidebar here for all the locals that actually read my blog; I know, we don’t have Piggly Wigglies here but I like to say Piggly Wiggly more than I like to say Kroger so for the sake of my post I’m sticking with Piggly Wiggly — no offense to Mr. and Mrs. Kroger but your name just doesn’t have the same ring as Piggly Wiggly).
Repeat after me … Piggly Wiggly. Piggly Wiggly. Piggly Wiggly. It’s fun to say, isn’t it?
Moving on … now that you’re following my pictorial clues and have, presumably, placed yourself in one of those aforementioned parking lots with the nicely proportioned brick shopping-cart corrals, riddle me this: is one of the corralled carts yours OR is yours the one parked in between the car in front of you and your own car’s bumper? Hmmmm?? For the sake of argument here, I’m going to assume you are one of the abiding citizens who walked the extra ten feet and put your cart where it belongs. Because it only takes a few extra seconds and unless you’re so damn important not to have those extra seconds to squander, it seems more than a reasonable expectation to assume you have done the appropriate thing. Right? Am I right?
Piggly Wiggly. Piggly Wiggly. Piggly Wiggly. I wonder if I could make that into a yoga mantra??
Because it really sends me when I see people shove their emptied cart into a vacant spot or worse, try and lodge it in between some other car’s bumpers — because again, it’s really not that difficult to walk those ten feet. Gruff! (I know, I know … but it’s the little things that get me coming and going!)
Well, fortunately for me, no matter how crazy it makes me to see those slothful folk unleash their cart on the rest of the parking lot, I am comforted by the fact that right around the corner is a place where happiness prevails. Where all is good and smiles abound. Where I, frustrated by the outside world, can find peace and tranquility all in a warm paper cup — yes, the mere thought of perfect froth makes my heart jump. I can’t help it — recall, it’s the little things … coming and going. Now if I could just find a Piggly Wiggly that also serves Starbucks I’d be in pig heaven — literally!
This post inspired by the Daily One-word Prompt — “Brick.”