No guilt. No second thoughts. No entitlement.
After all, this wasn’t a right. It was purely a convenience. So why not?
I grabbed a cart and swiftly made it through the aisles, picking up juice boxes and lunchmeat for my daughter’s summer camp lunches, then a fresh loaf of bread. I paid, left the store and walked my cart to my car just four spaces from the store’s front door.
Ahhh. A quick, convenient trip.
Until I had to return the cart to its rightful place — several more spaces down the row.