The independent shopper
Today Speed came to do the weekly shop with me. 
Of course as we were nearing the supermarket Speed had to have the enormous race car shopping cart designed for the mother with 4 children (at least). I seriously don’t know how parents turn those carts loaded up with groceries and four children. Those things are difficult to turn empty.
Today I wasn’t going there.
Mom: No Speed. We are taking a regular cart.
Speed: Go ahead Mom, I can handle it.
I decided to ignore him wrestling with the huge race car trolley and casually took a regular cart and headed into the supermarket. It took speed 4.5 minutes to wrestle the cart through the double automatic doors. I enjoyed watching him through the window. Surely he would give up the cart knowing how much effort it takes to push it around. I was sure of it.
I nonchalantly loiter by the fruit stands and read my list. Speed beelines to the watermelon and loads a massive one onto the front seat of the car section.
Speed: Hey Mom, over here! Is it OK if I put a watermelon in the front seat.
Mom: You can shop for whatever you think we need. I’m off to get the things on my list.
I shoppped and kept an eye on him in the distance and we met up at the self scanner.
He had pirate booty, 4 litres of organic rice milk, a large water, a large bag of cherries, organic eggs and of course a very large watermelon.
I scanned my groceries and then he struggled taking everything out of his cart and scanned his groceries and left the store feeling very satisfied.
Mom: Gee Speed, that sure was a difficult vehicle you had your groceries in.
Speed: You mean my ingredients?
Mom: Yes, that race car cart was not easy to push around with all of your “ingredients”.
Speed: I loved it, Mom. You should choose that one next time.
