I try to avoid Estes Park this time of year. Lots of people milling around making it hard to run errands. Particularly on the weekends. But sometimes we run out of something and have to make a quick run into town.
Today we ran out of cottage cheese, syrup, oranges, and beer. Okay, that's pretty much a crisis to me, so I braved town and went to the brewery. Then I figured as long as I was in town I'd get the other stuff, too.
I hit the grocery store and drove around the parking lot for a while, wishing Juanita was with me and still had bad hip joints. That handicap parking tag was GREAT! Finally got parked and scuttled into the store.
LOTS OF PEOPLE.
They were out of the normal sized shopping carts, and only had these odd little units that were about 1/4 sized. I stuck the few items I needed into the tiny thing, and headed to checkout. While standing in line, I was looking down at my toy cart and blurted "Damn. I feel like I should have my baby dolly in here."
It was at that moment I noticed a 275 pound biker dude in line behind me. He looked down at my cute little undersized grocery cart. Then he slowly looked down and appraised his own pint-sized cart. When he looked down at me a moment later, he spoke with a chill in his voice........
"I hear you, buddy."