Aside from the fact that I don’t want a cart that shimmies to the right or left, I’ve become somewhat of a cart germaphobe. Ugh! Let’s blame it on the swine flu that appeared almost 3 years ago.
As the carts sit there waiting to be selected I wonder who’s had it before me and were they sick? Perhaps equally concerning, did they put their dog in there (ahhh California)?
KLV has joined my mission to wipe it down with eau de germaphobe wipes. But the fear lingers throughout the shopping excursion as she puts her fingers in various dark and grungy areas of the cart. She’s is now too old to put those fabric protects around the seat so we simply risk our lives every time we touch the dreaded cart.
Ever happen to you?