On the way out, I saw a cart that someone had abandoned half in one of the handicapped parking spots. So I figure in order to help my itty bitty name sake, I'd grab the cart as I went by and put it into the cart carrel when I was done unloading.
Well, I soon learned why it had been abandoned: the damn thing attacked me! It snuck up behind me as I dragged it along and took a chunk out of the back of my foot! It bled, and it hurt, that kind of hurt that makes you want to be sick in public all over the back of your car. I didn't scream, but I whimpered and cursed a bit. But I still dragged it to the cart carrel.
Cleaning it also hurt, like, a lot. Goldeneye came rushing into the bathroom when I yelped to check on me, then rubbed against my other leg the rest of the time. Mom looked at it when I saw her a couple of hours later, to make sure I hadn't missed anything when I cleaned it, and said, "Nope, you've got a nice triangle gouge in your skin, it'll be sore and take forever to heal since it's right were your shoe will go."
All because I wanted to help my itty bitty name sake.
So, this morning I went to the grocery store to do my shopping. The only bagger they had was an itty bitty girl with braces and pigtails named Jenny, so I told her I didn't need any help getting my stuff out to and into my car.