However important my cart is, Hauler 2 makes it all happen.
If I were a cowboy, Hauler 2 would be my horse.
My cart is always in the back of Hauler 2.
Here are the things my cart must do:
It must be heavy enough to not bounce around in the back of Hauler 2.
It must be willing to have groceries and plants piled on top of it without complaining.
It must be quiet. I am not a fan of squeaking.
It must be light enough I can pop it open easily once we arrive.
It needs to pull in both directions- whether I am pushing it or pulling it .
In a perfect world it would swivel. Sometimes my cart feels like swiveling and sometimes it doesn’t.
I am the same way.
Years ago I dressed it in an oil cloth monogrammed liner I bought at Canton, but we were over all of that preciousness pretty quickly.
Pink checks and hot pink ribbon are not a good look for ladies of a certain age , human or otherwise.
Regardless, the liner serves an important purpose: small things can’t fall through the slats, and it is recognizable.
Why is being recognizable important?
Because I park it and walk away… often.
Me- to no one in particular: “Donde esta mi carrito?”
No one in particular: “Aqui esta.”
And then we laugh.
It always has a hair clip clipped on the handle and sun screen rolling around in its depths.
I go to the flea market most of the year in 90-100 degree weather.
Lately I have noticed its age.
One wheel is loose and sometimes it doesn’t move very fast.
We are perfect running buddies because I don’t either.
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