Today is the day, I tell myself as I walk towards the massive building. In the front, the likeness of a lion reared on its hind legs, roaring. It had a daunting feel to it, not unlike the task that laid ahead for me.
My mother had sent me to buy groceries at the Food Lion.
The very thought made me nervous. Do you know how many things could possibly go wrong? Do you know how many dangers there are to face? Only I could know, and knowing, prepare for them all. I could get hit by a car in the parking lot. I could get lost in one of the aisles. I could slip in a puddle, fall backwards onto my head and break my neck. My fingers could jam in the automatic doors before me. A clerk could start harassing me.
I stand still for a moment to assess the risk, before realizing that I could be mistaken for a loiterer. I look around frantically, but luckily no one has noticed my prolonged standing. Best to keep moving if I want to make it through here alive. Mother put her trust in me. Cautiously tiptoeing into the building through automatic doors, I'm in.
Chapter 2
It's cold... There are people everywhere...
best keep moving or I can potentially get frost bite. Luckily for me, there are shopping carts nearby. I sit inside one and try to start getting it to run...nothing...
I try using my weight to get it to go foreward...
...nothing... I try to get my fingers through the basket floor, grasping for the wheels...
...nothing... I sat there, dumbfounded by this. Usually, when I would come here with my mother, I could just sit in the cart and it would magically start to move...so...
Why isn't it working here!?!?!
I give up and move to get out of the cart...
...huh...?
...I'm stuck...Chapter 3
I suddenly realize that I have fallen victim to one of the Food Lion's many booby traps - a tiny shopping cart that doesn't move on its own! I struggle violently to get my Crocs out from the crease at the bottom of the cart! How ingenious that they designed it to have one...
Can't think about the engineering of this trap: I need to escape!I think it over in my mind repeatedly. In the end, only one option comes to my mind: I must abandon the shoe.