Wide Safe

This afternoon I decided to go to the Richfield Super Target on my bicycle. Usually I do everything possible to avoid big box stores when on two wheels. There are just too many cars, too much commotion, and too many pissed off mothers not paying attention. But this particular Target is so ridiculously easy to get to, and this November day was so ridiculously beautiful that there were no excuses. I hooked up the Tail Wagon and set out.

As the cashier rang up my purchases I realized shopping hungry has entirely different consequences when commuting. Namely, how the hell was I going to get all this home? I suppose someone with less character might put some of their purchases back but not me. I'd committed to my 3 things of cottage cheese, 5 lbs bag of tater tots and the host of canned yet delicious vegetables. It was time to follow through.

I was trying to count the exact number of big hills I'd have to creep up on the way home as I wheeled my cart up to my bike. There was a mother just locking up and getting her young daughter out of a similar wagon she pulled. The little girl looked at me, looked down at my wagon and then back at me.

"Who do you have in there?"

I said, "Just groceries today."

She thought for a moment. "Good idea. Good, good idea."

The mom smiled and said, "Come on honey. Time to go inside. Tell the nice lady to ride safe."

The little girl smiled and said, "Wide safe!!"

The trip home wasn't bad at all.