A Shocking Shopping Cart Experience!

We've all had those shopping carts with a wobbly wheel that drive us nuts as we roll up and down the aisles. Today I had a different kind of shopping cart experience though. One that had nothing to do with an annoying wobbly wheel. My first hint something was wrong came shortly after I started rolling down the first HEB aisle and felt a slight tingling sensation in my fingers. At first I thought I was imagining things. Then the tingling sensation became stronger, and as good as my imagination is, I knew this was a very real tingling.
My next clue something was really amiss came when suddenly that tingling sensation turned into a not so mild shock. Now I don't mean a knock you on your butt kind of shock, but a static shock that was strong enough to make me jerk my hands off the cart rail. I figured some static electricity had somehow built up, and now that it was discharged I could safely continue rolling up and down the aisles

I made it halfway down the next aisle when I got another static jolt. This one was so strong, not only did I hear the pop, but the man passing me heard it too. Thank goodness he did, and knew why I jerked my hand back from that cart, then looked at it like it had turned a coiled rattler. I already have a problem with automatic doors that don't always open. I have in fact walked into a couple of them because I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize they were still closed. Now I was beginning to wonder if I had developed some kind of weird aura shopping carts hated.

By the time I had the 3 things on my list, as well as a few things that weren't on the list, I was rolling the cart up and down the aisles with just the palms of my hands touching the plastic on the rail you normally wrap your fingers around. I had more than 10 items, but rolled into the express lane anyway, and said, "I know there are more than 10 items, but I am not rolling this cart another foot! There is something wrong with it, and it keeps shocking me."

The nice lady looked at me a little oddly, but did not throw me out of the express lane. She called someone about the cart, and began ringing my items up. The woman she called to help with the cart showed up, exchanged carts, and began putting my groceries in another cart. I apologized for coming through the express lane with a few more than 10 items, and explained I really was getting tired of being shocked by that cart.

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