Rolling along
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We went to a local grocery store that we don't typically visit. I mention this to point out that we weren't familiar with how things worked. Now you might be thinking, "It's a grocery store! What do you mean 'how things work'?" Well, let me tell you. The first thing is, we were supposed to rent a shopping cart for a quarter. I was with our oldest daughter and we confidently figured we could handle the couple of items we were going in to pick up, so we nixed the cart idea. But when we got inside, we were pretty excited about the prices and the appearance of the fruits & veggies, so we started piling things into our arms and talking between us about the rent-a-cart-for-a-quarter concept; a nice lady standing next to us looked at my daughter with compassion (or was it pity?) and offered her a quarter. Neither of us wanted to explain that it wasn't so much our poverty, as our ignorance, that created our situation, so with fruits an