Beware of me and my big stick!

I went to Home Depot and bought a big 8 foot long post for a project along with a cart full of accessories that made me appear to look like I am building something awesome and complicated. At least the tools and gadgets and paint to go with the wood made me feel competent and a little awesome.

I refused help out to the car from cute orange aproned checker man, just to prove myself capable. As I am standing at the back of the Expedition, I moved to the side to make room for the folks loading along side of me. A woman driving a Dodge van wide turns into the parking spot in front of us and sees me wrestling my big post. Her mouth makes a big O and swerves into a cluster of shopping carts. My head cocks to the side in confusion. She backs out of the cart cluster into another cart, sending it merrily away into a pickup down the row.

 Now the woman has big O mouth and eyes to match, and she is screaming. She turns into the original cart cluster in front of me again. My parking lot neighbors have stopped loading , confused by her shouting rants while parking  and the wife grabs the kids and shoves them into the car. Now the maniac Dodge driver is frantic to escape from me and my post , backing her van ridiculously fast, but now there is a shopping cart crunched and jammed under her front fender and she's dragging it away with her. Finally, she is free of the very damaged cart and she drives away leaving the remains behind and on its side, wheels wonky and orange paint missing.

Good luck explaining all those dents and scratches to her insurance company. Me and my lot neighbor escaped her unscathed but highly amused. Maybe driving a Dodge van drives you to insanity.

I load up my stuff and head home to create my project for Sunset magazine. Feeling a little sorry for Mrs. Cart Crusher. She probably just wanted a garden stake and only picked up some new dings!