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I knew it would happen. The Tummy Temple has built an invisible wall around the perimeter to stop the wire carts from running away.

It seem not only do our congregation load up these wire baskets on wheels to move around inside the temple, but they don’t always park them in the designated area for retrieval by some blue shirt who has to push them back into the cart parking lot for the next consumer. It is a convenience that wasn’t always there.

These wire baskets on wheels cost between $70 – 200 each. Think about how many of them are roaming around the aisles blocking passage and holding screaming children.

Once outside the doors, beyond the cameras and scanners, seems they wander off into unknown places far away.

Next door to the temple is a high rise, full of elderly folk who spend hours searching the shelves for pampers and mucilax. They take hours getting through the TSA lines trying to find their coupons and writing checks, and then they steal the carts.

These members of the Geezer Generation who lived through the regression, recession, disco and double knit are just walking off with the carts for their own selfish wants forgetting the other shoppers who will be standing waiting for another load to be retrieved.

I’ve seen this happen before.

At the local Tar-gar, signs were posted that the plastic carts had been fitted with sensors that detected the edge of the parking lot and the wheels would lock up if once tried to pass the yellow line.

Seems this is a problem for many of these carts wander away to become carrying instruments for those who are not CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. Though seeming well constructed, these wire constructible take some wear and tear and wind up be non-bio-gradable trash along the highway (just like automobiles).

I prefer the little ‘zip’ baskets to weave in and out of the narrow canyons of gastronomical temptations. With a little cart I can quickly exit a long phone conversation or a detail study of ingredients and I don’t have many items to get.

I understand the ‘new’ regulations of keeping the carts close at hand but I am waiting to see one of the old ladies wheels getting suddenly locked up and taking a spill with all her bananas and cucumbers and colas spreading out on the pavement.

In the end, it is just another change and not my worry. I guess the cost of an ambulance is cheaper than hundreds of carts wandering off needing to be replaced.

I’m sorry that Katy and Keith and Kandi and Hillary and Chris and George will have to endure the barbs from the congregation on yet another change they do not approve of.

Just another joy of daily visiting the Tummy Temple.