I’ve developed a fear of shopping carts….

Second floor and all you kind of get used to needing one now and then
So I managed to nab me of those “baby” carts from giant tiger that was loaming in the halls here.

It seemed so harmless at the time..

Cleaned out the shop yesterday and moved it into the hallway and sure
Enough I managed to walk into it at full stride at some point.
I am now brandishing a brightly multicolored broken baby toe.

I would have to say that the shopping cart won the battle this time.

I did keep just the same.

Until I am not in pain...

As need it as a crutch....

It's such a contradiction

To my current condition....