ran over her foot with a shopping cart.
full of groceries.
at the far end of the parking lot.
(this would be the same foot that got run over by a truck recently.)
despite my resulting impairment, amid muttered imprecations, i wrested the enemy back to the maximum security prison for bad egg carts from whence it had escaped. i had originally retrieved it from the minimum security prison inside safeway, where the inmates are allowed short supervised excursions around the store if they behave. this was not what i call "behaving" ...
i hope this cart stays put for a long, long time.