The Cart Died

I went to buy some cat litter and a new litter box today. I didn’t want to carry everything, so I took the cart.

The cart died.

First the basket shifted sideways, from a rectangle into a parallelogram. I tried to MacGyver it back into place, but the fix didn’t hold. A short while later the cart collapsed in on itself, squeezing the bag of litter like a garlic press. So I pulled that with one hand and carried the litter box with the other. Apparently it was more “dragging” than “pulling,” though, because when I stopped and looked behind (at a beautiful husky pup), I discovered I had been trailing cat litter for a block and a half.

So I stopped to consider my options. The cart was a write-off but I didn’t really feel like abandoning forty pounds of cat litter. It was still too far to carry everything, especially if I had to contend with the bulk of the litter box and the leak in the litter bag. But I still had two working wheels! So I put the bag in the box and the box on the cart (like a plank), I flipped the busted handle up perpendicularly so I wouldn’t have to hunch over, and I dragged the whole thing behind me like The Snow Walker, all the way home.

(Sure I could have called a cab, but where’s the fun in that?)