Occasionally I find myself caught between a rock and a hard place.
That being pack & save with children.
The human equivalent of being a frog on the suction side of a 55 KvA pump.
Quite literally as you attempt to maneuver between laden trolleys navigated by she- mountains who function like the blast doors on star wars I.
My six-year-old , like Han Solo, reminds me to never consider the odds, as we charge towards the ice-cream freezer, avoiding the asteroid fields of the geriatric chat-club that seems to reside there.
This would be easier/more enjoyable if my trolley had the sort of firepower that was a part of the Millennium Falcon!
An if Jabba the Hut's cuzzies shopped elsewhere....
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